And here the precious dust is laid… Whose purely-temper’d clay was mad… So fine that it the guest betray’d… Else the soul grew so fast within, It broke the outward shell of sin,

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 do stray

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:

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.

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,

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…

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,

Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid, or the frozen zone, Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none; Either extreme, of love, or hate,

ASK me no more where Jove bestow… 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 do stray

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

We read of kings and gods that kin… A pitcher fill’d with water from t… But I have daily tender’d without… Rivers of tears that overflow thei… A slaughter’d bull will appease an…

Know Celia, since thou art so pro… ’Twas I that gave thee thy renown… Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties, liv’d unknown, Had not my verse exhal’d thy name,

In Nature’s pieces still I see Some error that might mended be; Something my wish could still remo… Alter or add; but my fair love Was fram’d by hands far more divin…

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…

THIS little vault, this narrow r… Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to cle… Our clouded sky, lies darken’d her… For ever set to us: by Death