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…

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;

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,

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…

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…

Through yon same bending plain, That flings his arms down to the m… And through these thick woods have… Whose bottom never kissed the sun Since the lusty spring began;

CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee    We obey. Joy to this great company!    And no day Come to steal this night away

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

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

It is late and cold; stir up the… Sit close, and draw the table nigh… Be merry, and drink wine that’s ol… A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold: Your beds of wanton down the best,

LAY a garland on my herse    Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear;    Say, I died true. My love was false, but I was firm

Oh, fair sweet face! oh, eyes, cel… Twin stars in heaven, that now ado… Oh, fruitful lips, where cherries… And damask cheeks, where all sweet… Oh, thou, from head to foot divine…

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 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