Wrinkles no more are, or no less, Than beauty turn’d to sourness.

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,—

Born I was to be old, And for to die here; After that, in the mould Long for to lie here. But before that day comes,

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,

I dreamt the Roses one time went To meet and sit in Parliament; The place for these, and for the r… Of flowers, was thy spotless breas… Over the which a state was drawn

Whither dost thou hurry me, Bacchus, being full of thee? This way, that way, that way, this… Here and there a fresh Love is; That doth like me, this doth pleas…

Rare is the voice itself: but whe… To th’ lute or viol, then ’tis rav…

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,

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,

Farewell thou thing, time past so… To me as blood to life and spirit;… Nay, thou more near than kindred,… Male to the female, soul to body;… To quick action, or the warm soft…

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

Give me a man that is not dull, When all the world with rifts is f… But unamazed dares clearly sing, Whenas the roof’s a-tottering; And though it falls, continues sti…

Here we are all, by day; by night… By dreams, each one into a several…

Great cities seldom rest; if there… T’ invade from far, they’ll find w…

Though clock, To tell how night draws hence, I’… A cock I have to sing how day draws on: I have