My light thou art, without thy glo… My eyes are darkened with eternal… My Love, thou art my way, my life… Thou art my way, I wander if thou… Thou art my light, if hid, how bli…

Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious C… A Spirit free, to choose for my o… What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I… I’d be a Dog, a Monkey, or a Bea…

Give me leave to rail at you, - I ask nothing but my due: To call you false, and then to say You shall not keep my heart a day. But alas! against my will

My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave… When with love’s resistless art, And her eyes, she did enslave me; But her constancy’s so weak,

I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs f… For you alone was born. No, Phyllis, no, your heart to mo…

Ancient Person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy, Long be it e’er thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy cold; But still continue as thou art,

Methinks I see you, newly risen From your embroider’d Bed and pis… With studied mien and much grimace… Present yourself before your glass… To vanish and smooth o’er those gr…

You ladies of merry England Who have been to kiss the Duchess… Pray, did you not lately observe i… A noble Italian called Signior D… This signior was one of the Duche…

All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams giv’n o’er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone.

Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; Phyllis continued still unkind: Then you may e’en despair, he said… In vain I strive to change her mi… Honour’s got in, and keeps her hea…

I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs f… For you alone was born. No, Phyllis, no, your heart to mo…

Absent from thee I languish still… Then ask me not, when I return? The straying fool 'twill plainly k… To wish all day, all night to mour… Dear! from thine arms then let me…

Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe aboun… With sawcy Censurers, that faults… With what of late wee (in Poetiqu… Bestowing, threw away on the dull…

I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain, that sighs… For you alone was born. No, Phyllis, no, your heart to mo…

Tell me no more of constancy, The frivolous pretense Of old age, narrow jealousy, Disease, and want of sense. Let duller fools on whom kind chan…