Let’s call for Hymen if agreed th… Delays in love but crucify the hea… Love’s thorny tapers yet neglected… Speak thou the word, they’ll kindl… The nimble hours woo us on to wed,

In prayer the lips ne’er act the w… Without the sweet concurrence of t…

Welcome, maids of honour, You do bring In the Spring; And wait upon her. She has virgins many,

In this world, the isle of dreams, While we sit by sorrow’s streams, Tears and terrors are our themes Reciting: But when once from hence we fly,

True mirth resides not in the smil… The sweetest solace is to act no s…

Love’s of itself too sweet; the be… Is, when love’s honey has a dash o…

No fault in women, to refuse The offer which they most would ch… —No fault: in women, to confess How tedious they are in their dres… —No fault in women, to lay on

Ah Ben! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun,

When with the virgin morning thou… Crossing thyself come thus to sacr… First wash thy heart in innocence;… Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pur… Next to the altar humbly kneel, an…

Give me a cell To dwell, Where no foot hath A path; There will I spend,

Sapho, I will chuse to go Where the northern winds do blow Endless ice, and endless snow; Rather than I once would see But a winter’s face in thee,—

A wearied pilgrim I have wander’d… Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but… Long I have lasted in this world;… But yet those years that I have l… Who by his gray hairs doth his lus…

In this little urn is laid Prudence Baldwin, once my maid, From whose happy spark here let Spring the purple violet.

You say you’re sweet: how should… Whether that you be sweet or no? —From powders and perfumes keep fr… Then we shall smell how sweet you…

Virgins promised when I died, That they would each primrose-tide Duly, morn and evening, come, And with flowers dress my tomb. —Having promised, pay your debts