#EnglishWriters
Anthea laugh’d, and, fearing lest… Might stretch the cords of civil c… She with a dainty blush rebuked he… And call’d each line back to his r…
Truth by her own simplicity is kno… Falsehood by varnish and vermilion…
Honour to you who sit Near to the well of wit, And drink your fill of it! Glory and worship be To you, sweet Maids, thrice three…
My Muse in meads has spent her ma… Sitting, and sorting several sorts… To make for others garlands; and t… On many a head here, many a corone… But amongst all encircled here, no…
Great cities seldom rest; if there… T’ invade from far, they’ll find w…
Give me a cell To dwell, Where no foot hath A path; There will I spend,
I will confess With cheerfulness, Love is a thing so likes me, That, let her lay On me all day,
Love’s of itself too sweet; the be… Is, when love’s honey has a dash o…
Whatsoever thing I see, Rich or poor although it be, —'Tis a mistress unto me. Be my girl or fair or brown, Does she smile, or does she frown;
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,
One asked me where the roses grew: I bade him not go seek, But forwith bade my Julia show A bud in either cheek.
Thou shalt not all die; for while… Upon his altar, men shall read thy… And learn’d musicians shall, to ho… Fame, and his name, both set and s… To his book’s end this last line h…
Sadly I walk’d within the field, To see what comfort it would yield… And as I went my private way, An olive-branch before me lay; And seeing it, I made a stay,
These springs were maidens once th… But lost to that they most approve… My story tells, by Love they were Turn’d to these springs which we s… The pretty whimpering that they ma…
Men say you’re fair; and fair ye a… But, hark! we praise the painter…