#English #XVICentury #XVIICentury
O, how thy worth with manners may… When thou art all the better part… What can mine own praise to mine o… And what is’t but mine own when I… Even for this let us divided live,
The other two, slight air and purg… Are both with thee, wherever I ab… The first my thought, the other my… These present-absent with swift mo… For when these quicker elements ar…
In the old age black was not count… Or if it were, it bore not beauty’… But now is black beauty’s successi… And beauty slandered with a bastar… For since each hand hath put on N…
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere,
The little love god lying once asl… Laid by his side his heart-inflami… Whilst many nymphs that vowed chas… Came tripping by; but in her maide… The fairest votary took up that fi…
Whilst I alone did call upon thy… My verse alone had all thy gentle… But now my gracious numbers are de… And my sick Muse doth give an oth… I grant, sweet love, thy lovely ar…
Not from the stars do I my judgme… And yet methinks I have astronomy… But not to tell of good or evil lu… Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons… Nor can I fortune to brief minute…
WHEN daisies pied and violets bl…    And lady-smocks all silver-w… And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue    Do paint the meadows with de… The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLY… Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial… Draws on apace; four happy days br… Another moon: but, O, methinks, h… This old moon wanes! she lingers m…
When thou shalt be disposed to set… And place my merit in the eye of s… Upon thy side against myself I’ll… And prove thee virtuous, though th… With mine own weakness being best…
A woman’s face with Nature’s own… Hast thou, the master-mistress of… A woman’s gentle heart, but not ac… With shifting change, as is false… An eye more bright than theirs, le…
IT was a lording’s daughter, the… That liked of her master as well a… Till looking on an Englishman, th… Her fancy fell a-turning. Long was the combat doubtful that…
That thou art blamed shall not be… For slander’s mark was ever yet th… The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven’s swee… So thou be good, slander doth but…
When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his n… And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail… When blood is nipp’d and ways be f…
Tir’d with all these, for restful… As, to behold desert a beggar born… And needy nothing trimm’d in jolli… And purest faith unhappily forswor… And gilded honour shamefully mispl…