SO grieves th’ adventurous mercha… All the long toil’d-for treasure h… Into the angry main, to save from… Himself and men, as I grieve to g… These letters: yet so powerful is…

Ask me why I send you here The firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you This primrose all bepearled with d… I straight will whisper in your ea…

Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping ra… Yet she refuses to unfold. But when the planet of the day

Ask me no more where Jove bestows… When June is past, the fading ros… For in your beauty’s orient deep These flowers as in their causes,… Ask me no more whither doth stray

He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay,

THE Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eye… The parents that first gave her bi… And their sad friends, laid her in… If any of them, Reader, were

GAZE not on thy beauty’s pride, Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers’ eyes doth slide. Let thy faithful crystal show How thy colours come and go:

IF when the sun at noon displays His brighter rays, Thou but appear, He then, all pale with shame and f… Quencheth his light,

Fond man, that canst believe her b… Will from those purple channels fl… Or that the pure untainted flood Can any foul distemper know; Or that thy weak steel can incise

The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eye… The parents that first gave her br… And their sad friends, laid her in… If any of them, reader, were

I’LL gaze no more on her bewitchi… Since ruin harbours there in every… For my enchanted soul alike she dr… With calms and tempests of her smi… I’ll love no more those cruel eyes…

Now you have freely given me leave… What will you do? Shall I your mirth, or passion mo… When I begin to woo; Will you torment, or scorn, or lov…

HE that loves a rosy cheek,    Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek    Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay,

When thou, poor excommunicate From all the joys of love, shalt s… The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purcha… Then curse thine own inconstancy.

THINK not, 'cause men flattering… You’re fresh as April, sweet as M… Bright as is the morning star, That you are so ; or, though you a… Be not therefore proud, and deem