"Phœbus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red."

"Make an eternal spring; Give life to this dark world which lieth dead. Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks t…"

"This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love, to hear and recompense my love."

"The last and greatest herald of Heaven's King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage bro…"

"My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious winds but m…"

"My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that…"

"This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it ever…"

"Of this fair volume which we World do name If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care, Of him who it corrects, …"

"Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on Earth we find? Is this that firm decree…"

"God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles. I doubted of this saw, till …"