Get up, get up for shame, the Blo… Upon her wings presents the god un… See how Aurora throwes her faire Fresh—quilted colours through the… Get up, sweet—Slug—a—bed, and see

Let’s now take our time, While we’re in our prime, And old, old age is afar off; For the evil, evil days Will come on apace,

Ah Ben! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun,

You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins’ hands have drawn O’er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this lily shows… Tomb’d in a crystal stone,

Love is a circle, that doth restle… In the same sweet eternity of Lov…

By those soft tods of wool With which the air is full; By all those tinctures there, That paint the hemisphere; By dews and drizzling rain

Let us, though late, at last, my… And loving lie in one devoted bed. Thy watch may stand, my minutes fl… No sound calls back the year that… Then, sweetest Silvia, let’s no l…

Man knows where first he ships him… Never can tell where shall his lan…

Tears, though they’re here below t… Above, they are the Angels’ spice…

Still to our gains our chief respe… Reward it is that makes us good or…

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come, and buy: If so be you ask me where They do grow? I answer, there Where my Julia’s lips do smile;—

Great men by small means oft are o… He’s lord of thy life, who contemn…

Among the myrtles as I walk’d Love and my sighs thus intertalk’d… Tell me, said I, in deep distress… Where I may find my Shepherdess? —Thou fool, said Love, know’st th…

The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I’ll drink to the garlands around… But first unto those Whose hands did compose