Love and my mistress were at strif… Who had the greatest power on me: Betwixt them both, oh, what a life… Nay, what a death is this to be! She said, she did it with her eye;

O the sweet sence of love’s humili… Which feares displeasure in a dear… The onely note of Truth’s nobilit… Whose worthy grace is graced witho… For who wants faith, wants little…

The worldly prince doth in his sce… A kind of heaven in his authoritie… The wealthy miser, in his mass of… Makes to his soul a kind of Parad… The epicure that eats and drinks a…

Oh that I could write a story Of love’s dealing with affection! How he makes the spirit sorry That is touch’d with his infection… But he doth so closely wind him,

Shall we go dance the hay, the hay… Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd’s roundelay. Shall we go sing the song, the son… Never Love did ever wrong,

COME little babe, come silly sou… Thy father’s shame, thy mother’s g… Born as I doubt to all our dole, And to thyself unhappy chief:    Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,

Fair in a morn (O fairest morn!), Was never morn so fair, There shone a sun, though not the… That shineth in the air. For the earth, and from the earth,

IN the merry month of May, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walk’d by the wood-side When as May was in his pride: There I spied all alone

Say that I should say I love ye, Would you say ’tis but a saying? But if love in prayers move ye, Will ye not be moved with praying? Think I think that love should kn…

Pretty twinkling starry eyes! How did Nature first devise Such a sparkling in your sight As to give Love such delight As to make him, like a fly,

On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befall the dainty sweet! By that flower there is a bower Where the heavenly Muses meet. In the bower there is a chair,

On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befall the dainty sweet! By that flower there is a bower, Where the heavenly Muses meet. In that bower there is a chair,

Come, little babe; come, silly sou… Thy father’s shame, thy mother’s g… Born, as I doubt, to all our dole And to thyself unhappy chief: Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,

Say that I should say I love ye, Would you say ’tis but a saying? But if Love in prayers move ye, Will ye not be moved with praying? Think I think that Love should kn…

Foolish love is only folly; Wanton love is too unholy; Greedy love is covetous; Idle love is frivolous; But the gracious love is it