Though dusty wits dare scorn astro… And fools can think those lamps of… Whose numbers, ways, greatness, et… Promising wonders, wonder do invit… To have for no cause birthright in…

Thought, with good cause thou lik’… Since kind or chance gives both on… Both sadly black, both blackly dar… Night barr’d from sun, thou from t… Silence in both displays his sulle…

When Nature made her chief work,… In color black why wrapp’d she bea… Would she in beamy black, like pai… Frame daintiest lustre, mix’d of s… Or did she else that sober hue dev…

Whether the Turkish new moon mind… To fill his horns this year on Ch… How Poles’ right king means, with… To warm with ill-made fire cold M… If French can yet three parts in…

Ah bed, the field where joy’s peac… The field where all my thought to… How is thy grace by my strange for… How thy lee shores by my sighs sto… With sweet soft shades thou oft in…

When far-spent night persuades eac… To whom nor art nor nature granted… To lay his then mark-wanting shaft… Clos’d with their quivers, in slee… With windows ope then most my mind…

In truth, oh Love, with what a bo… Thou doest proceed in thy most ser… That when the heav’n to thee his b… Yet of that best thou leav’st the… For like a child that some fair bo…

It is most true, that eyes are for… The inward light; and that the hea… Ought to be king, from whose rules… Rebles to Nature, strive for thei… It is most true, what we call Cup…

Dian, that fain would cheer her fr… Shows her oft at the full her fair… Bringing with her those starry nym… From heav’nly standing hits each m… But ah, poor Night, in love with…

Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain… The baiting-place of wit, the balm… The poor man’s wealth, the prisone… Th’ indifferent judge between the… With shield of proof shield me fro…

Having this day my horse, my hand,… Guided so well that I obtain’d th… Both by the judgment of the Engli… And of some sent from that sweet e… Horsemen my skill in horsemanship…

Rich fools there be, whose base an… Lies hatching still the goods wher… And damning their own selves to T… Wealth breeding want, more blist m… Yet to those fools heav’n such wit…

Where be those roses gone, which s… Where those red cheeks, which oft… The height of honor in the kindly… Who hath the crimson weeds stol’n… How did the color fade of those ve…

Doubt you to whom my Muse these n… Which now my breast o’ercharged to… To you, to you, all song of praise… Only in you my song begins and end… Who hath the eyes which marry stat…

A strife is grown between Virtue… While each pretends that Stella m… Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith… Since they do wear his badge, most… But Virtue thus that title doth d…