What though the sea be calm? Tru… Ships have been drown’d, where lat…

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

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

O years! and age! farewell: Behold I go, Where I do know Infinity to dwell. And these mine eyes shall see

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

IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess,    Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed,

Holy-Rood, come forth and shield Us i’ th’ city and the field; Safely guard us, now and aye, From the blast that burns by day; And those sounds that us affright

When all birds else do of their mu… Money’s the still-sweet-singing ni…

Since shed or cottage I have none… I sing the more, that thou hast on… To whose glad threshold, and free… I may a Poet come, though poor; And eat with thee a savoury bit,

Love in a shower of blossoms came Down, and half drown’d me with the… The blooms that fell were white an… But with such sweets commingled, As whether (this) I cannot tell,

Thou art to all lost love the best… The only true plant found, Wherewith young men and maids dist… And left of love, are crown’d. When once the lover’s rose is dead

What needs complaints, When she a place Has with the race Of saints? In endless mirth,

In man, ambition is the common’st… Each one by nature loves to be a k…

Man knows where first he ships him… Never can tell where shall his lan…

Want is a softer wax, that takes t… This, that, and every base impress…