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I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where’s that wiseman, that wou… If she would not deny?
No spring nor summer beauty hath s… As I have seen in one autumnal fa… Young beauties force our love, and… This doth but counsel, yet you can… If ‘twere a shame to love, here ’t…
Some that have deeper digg’d love’… Say, where his centric happiness d… I have lov’d, and got, and told, But should I love, get, tell, til… I should not find that hidden myst…
Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and… The intelligence that moves, devot… And as the other Spheares, by bei… Subject to forraigne motion, lose… And being by others hurried every…
Oh my black soul! now art thou sum… By sickness, death’s herald, and c… Thou art like a pilgrim, which abr… Treason, and durst not turn to whe… Or like a thief, which till death’…
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in… Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot A constant habit; that when I wou… I change in vows, and in devotion. As humorous is my contrition
This is my play’s last scene; here… My pilgrimage’s last mile; and my… Idly, yet quickly run, hath this l… My span’s last inch, my minute’s l… And gluttonous death will instantl…
I am unable, yonder beggar cries, To stand, or move; if he say true,…
Wilt thou love God, as he thee? T… My soul, this wholesome meditation… How God the Spirit, by angels wai… In heaven, doth make his Temple i… The Father having begot a Son mos…
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were...
Show me dear Christ, thy spouse s… What! is it she which on the other… Goes richly painted? or which, rob… Laments and mourns in Germany and… Sleeps she a thousand, then peeps…
Forget this rotten world, and unto… Let thine own times as an old stor… Be not concern’d; study not why, n… Do not so much as not believe a ma… For though to err, be worst, to tr…
Thou hast made me, and shall thy w… Repair me now, for now mine end do… I run to death, and death meets me… And all my pleasures are like yest… I dare not move my dim eyes any wa…
Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst… For thy face coins them, and thy s… And by this mintage they are somet… For thus they be
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil’s foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing,