"Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here a while, To blush and gently smile, And go at last."

"I do love I know not what, Sometimes this and sometimes that."

"No marigolds yet closèd are, No shadows great appear."

"Here a solemn fast we keep, While all beauty lies asleep Hush'd be all things—no noise here— But the toning of a tear: Or a sigh of such as bring Cowslips for her covering."

"The body sins not, 'tis the will That makes the action, good or ill."

"He who has suffered shipwreck fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale."

"Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say Birds choose their mates, and couple too this day; But by their flight I never can divine When I shall couple with my valentine."

"Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot or not, to be content with all."

"Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg."

"Good-morrow to the day so fair, Good-morning, sir, to you; Good-morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled with the dew."

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

"Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing."

"It is an active flame that flies, First, to the babies of the eyes."

"For pity, sir, find out that bee Which bore my love away. I'll seek him in your bonnet brave, I'll seek him in your eyes."

"Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well."

"Of all our parts, the eyes express The sweetest kind of bashfulness."

"Then come on, come on and yield A savour like unto a blessed field When the bedabbled morn Washes the golden ears of corn."

"Dead falls the cause if once the hand be mute; But let that speak, the client gets the suit."

"Roses at first were white, Till they could not agree, Whether my Sappho's breast Or they more white should be.But, being vanquish'd quite, A blush their cheeks bespread; Since which, believe the rest, The roses first came red."

"Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be, Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee."

"Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Under that cypress-tree; Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en death, to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee."

"If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right; It is the end that crowns us, not the fight."

"Go, happy rose, and interwove With other flowers, bind my love. Tell her, too, she must not be Longer flowing, longer free, That so oft has fetter'd me."

"Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never, But like a laurel to grow green for ever."

"Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace."

"Before man's fall the rose was born, St. Ambrose says, without the thorn; But for man's fault then was the thorn Without the fragrant rose-bud born; But ne'er the rose without the thorn."

"What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd where late they danc'd before."

"Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood: Who as soon fell fast asleep As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir The earth that lightly covers her."

"God doth not promise here to man that He Will free him quickly from his misery; But in His own time, and when He thinks fit, Then He will give a happy end to it."

"Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o’er the flowers."

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying."

"The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting."

"Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may go marry: For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry."

"Welcome, maids-of-honour! You do bring In the spring, And wait upon her. ... Yet, though thus respected, By-and-by Ye do lie, Poor girls, neglected."

"So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night."

"Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying."

"Only a little more I have to write, Then I'll give o'er, And bid the world good-night."

"Soul of my life and fame! Eternal lamp of love! whose radiant flame Out-glares the heaven's Osiris, and thy gleams Out-shine the splendour of his mid-day beams."

"Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree."

"'Tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in."

"Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green."

"Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. ... Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything."

"That happiness does still the longest thrive, Where joys and griefs have turns alternative."

"Here she lies, in bed of spice, Fair as Eve in Paradise: For her beauty it was such Poets could not praise too much. Virgins, come, and in a ring Her supremest requiem sing; Then depart, but see ye tread Lightly, lightly, o'er the dead."

"O time that cut'st down all And scarce leav'st here Memorial Of any men that were."

"Many a green-gown has been given; Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance too has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament."

"'Tis not Apollo can, or those thrice three Castalian sisters, sing, if wanting thee. Horace, Anacreon, both had lost their fame, Had'st thou not fill'd them with thy fire and flame."

"Let others drink thee freely, and desire Thee and their lips espous'd, while I admire And love thee, but not taste thee. Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadult'rate strength: what's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee."