WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groa… Sorrow calls no time that 's gone: Violets pluck’d, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again. Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;

Oh, fair sweet goddess, queen of l… Soft and gentle as thy doves, Humble-eyed, and ever ruing Those poor hearts, their loves pur… Oh, thou mother of delights,

HEAR, ye ladies that despise    What the mighty Love has done; Fear examples and be wise:    Fair Callisto was a nun; Leda, sailing on the stream

To give a stronger testimony of lo… Than sickly promises (which common… In princes find both birth and bur… In one breath), we have drawn you,… To make your fair endearments to o…

BEAUTY clear and fair,    Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells;    Where the violet and the rose    Their blue veins and blush disc…

GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour’d, ever sung, Stain’d with blood of lusty grapes… In a thousand lusty shapes Dance upon the mazer’s brim,

NOW the lusty spring is seen;    Golden yellow, gaudy blue,    Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing as they blow,

DRINK to-day, and drown all sorr… You shall perhaps not do it tomorr… Best, while you have it, use your… There is no drinking after death. Wine works the heart up, wakes the…

AWAY, delights! go seek some oth…    For I must die. Farewell, false love! thy tongue i…    Lie after lie. For ever let me rest now from thy…

SING his praises that doth keep    Our flocks from harm. Pan, the father of our sheep;    And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round,

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer o… Brother to Death, sweetly thyself… On this afflicted prince; fall lik… In gentle showers; give nothing th… Or painful to his slumbers; easy,…

Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There’s nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see’t,

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers

COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet… Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies; that from thence I may feel an influence

Orpheus I am, come from the deeps… To thee, fond man, the plagues of… To the fair fields where loves ete… There’s none that come, but first… Hark, and beware! unless thou hast…