Still to our gains our chief respe… Reward it is that makes us good or…

Clear are her eyes, Like purest skies; Discovering from thence A baby there That turns each sphere,

Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed ni… Has not as yet begun To make a seizure on the light, Or to seal up the sun. No marigolds yet closed are,

Frolic virgins once these were, Overloving, living here; Being here their ends denied Ran for sweet-hearts mad, and died… Love, in pity of their tears,

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…

Immortal clothing I put on So soon as, Julia, I am gone To mine eternal mansion. Thou, thou art here, to human sigh… Clothed all with incorrupted light…

What will ye, my poor orphans, do, When I must leave the world and y… Who’ll give ye then a sheltering s… Or credit ye, when I am dead? Who’ll let ye by their fire sit,

If little labour, little are our g… Man’s fortunes are according to hi…

The mellow touch of music most dot… The soul, when it doth rather sigh…

Tears, though they’re here below t… Above, they are the Angels’ spice…

When words we want, Love teacheth… And what we blush to speak, she bi…

Happily I had a sight Of my dearest dear last night; Make her this day smile on me, And I’ll roses give to thee!

Truth by her own simplicity is kno… Falsehood by varnish and vermilion…

Come, sit we under yonder tree, Where merry as the maids we’ll be; And as on primroses we sit, We’ll venture, if we can, at wit; If not, at draw-gloves we will pla…