William Browne

"Steer, hither steer your wingèd pines, All beaten mariners! Here lie Love’s undiscover’d mines, A prey to passengers."

"Come on shore, Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more."

"Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother; Death! ere thou hast slain another, Fair and learn'd, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee."

"Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span."

"And all the former causes of her moan Did therewith bury in oblivion."

"Well-languaged Daniel."

"A heavenly bevy of sweet English dames."

"For those sacred powers Tread on oblivion; no desert odours Can be entombed in their celestial breasts."

"A rose as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone: A sweeter flower did Nature ne’er put forth, Nor fairer garden yet was never known."

"If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies."

"I saw a mushroom stand in haughty pride, As if the lilies grew to be his slaves."