#English #XVICentury #XVIICentury
O, lest the world should task you… What merit lived in me that you sh… After my death, dear love, forget… For you in me can nothing worthy p… Unless you would devise some virtu…
Ah, wherefore with infection shoul… And with his presence grace impiet… That sin by him advantage should a… And lace it self with his society? Why should false painting imitate…
That you were once unkind befriend… And for that sorrow which I then… Needs must I under my transgressi… Unless my nerves were brass or ham… For if you were by my unkindness s…
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it… Thy edge should blunter be than ap… Which but to—day by feeding is all… To—morrow sharpened in his former… So, love, be thou, although to—day…
Say that thou didst forsake me for… And I will comment upon that offe… Speak of my lameness, and I strai… Against thy reasons making no defe… Thou canst not, love, disgrace me…
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more… Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so,
When my love swears that she is ma… I do believe her, though I know s… That she might think me some untut… Unlearned in the world’s false sub… Thus vainly thinking that she thin…
What is your substance, whereof ar… That millions of strange shadows o… Since every one hath, every one, o… And you, but one, can every shadow… Describe Adonis, and the counterf…
So, now I have confessed that he… And I my self am mortgaged to thy… Myself I’ll forfeit, so that othe… Thou wilt restore to be my comfort… But thou wilt not, nor he will not…
Those hours, that with gentle work… The lovely gaze where every eye do… Will play the tyrants to the very… And that unfair which fairly doth… For never-resting time leads summe…
Our revels now are ended. These o… As I foretold you, were all spiri… Are melted into air, into thin air… And, like the baseless fabric of t… The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorge…
Weary with toil, I haste me to my… The dear repose for limbs with tra… But then begins a journey in my he… To work my mind, when body’s work’… For then my thoughts, from far whe…
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth,… But sad mortality o’er—sways their… How with this rage shall beauty ho… Whose action is no stronger than a… O, how shall summer’s honey breath…
So is it not with me as with that… Stirred by a painted beauty to his… Who heaven it self for ornament do… And every fair with his fair doth… Making a couplement of proud compa…
Through the house give glimmering… By the dead and drowsy fire; Every elf and fairy sprite hop as light as bird from brier. Now, until the break of day