"I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June and July-flowers; I sing of May-poles, hock-c…"

"I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of heaven, and hope to have it after all."

"To read my book the virgin shy May blush while Brutus standeth by, But when he's gone, read through what's writ, And …"

"In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse."

"When the rose reigns, and locks with ointments shine, Let rigid Cato read these lines of mine."

"To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside; Who fears to ask doth teach to be deny'd."

"Is there no way to beget In my limbs their former heat? Æson had, as poets feign, Baths that made him young again: Fi…"

"Love is a circle that doth restless move In the same sweet eternity of love."

"Small griefs find tongues: full casks are ever found To give (if any, yet) but little sound. Deep waters noiseless ar…"

"Who with a little cannot be content, Endures an everlasting punishment."