Loving in truth, and fain in verse… That she (dear She) might take so… Pleasure might cause her read, rea… Knowledge might pity win, and pity… I sought fit words to paint the bl…

Thou blind man’s mark, thou fool’s… Fond fancy’s scum, and dregs of sc… Band of all evils, cradle of cause… Thou web of will, whose end is nev… Desire, desire I have too dearly…

Late tir’d with woe, ev’n ready fo… With rage of love, I call’d my lo… She is whose eyes Love, though un… Sweet said that I true love in he… I joy’d, but straight thus water’d…

Queen Virtue’s court, which some… Prepar’d by Nature’s choicest fur… Hath his front built of alabaster… Gold in the covering of that state… The door by which sometimes comes…

Not at first sight, nor with a dri… Love gave the wound, which while… But known worth did in mine of tim… Till by degrees it had full conque… I saw and liked, I liked but love…

Oh how the pleasnat airs of true l… Infect’d by those vapors, which ar… From out that noisome gulf, which… Between the jaws of hellish Jealo… A monster, others’ harm, self-mise…

Oh kiss, which dost those ruddy ge… Or gems, or fruits of new-found P… Breathing all bliss and sweet’ning… Teaching dumb lips a nobler exerci… Oh kiss, which souls, even souls,…

Oh grammar rules, oh now your virt… So children still read you with aw… As my young dove may in your prece… Her grant to me, by her own virtue… For late, with heart most high, wi…

Having this day my horse, my hand,… Guided so well that I obtain’d th… Both by the judgment of the Engli… And of some sent from that sweet e… Horsemen my skill in horsemanship…

“Who is it that this dark night Underneath my window plaineth?” ‘It is one who from thy sight Being, ah! exiled, disdaineth Every other vulgar light.’

Virtue, alas, now let me take some… Thou set’st a bate between my soul… If vain love have my simple soul o… Leave what thou likest not, deal n… The scepter use in some old Cato’…

Morpheus the lively son of deadly… Witness of life to them that livin… A prophet oft, and oft an history, A poet eke, as humors fly or creep… Since thou in me so sure a power d…

What may words say, or what may wo… Where truth itself must speak like… Within what bounds can one his lik… Where Nature doth with infinite a… What Nestor’s counsel can my flam…

Pardon mine ears, both I and they… So may your tongue still fluently… To them that do such entertainment… So may you still have somewhat new… On silly me do not the burden lay,

When sorrow (using mine own fire’s… Melts down his lead into my boilin… Through that dark furnace to my he… There shines a joy from thee, my o… But soon as thought of thee breeds…