Some lovers speak when they their… Of hopes begot by fear, of wot not… Of force of heav’nly beams, infusi… Of living deaths, dear wounds, fai… Some one his song in Jove, and Jo…

Clothed with state, and girt with… Monarch-like Jehovah reigns, He who earth’s foundation pight - Pight at first, and yet sustains; He whose stable throne disdains

In highest way of heav’n the Sun… Progressing then from fair twins’… Having no scarf of clouds before h… But shining forth of heat in his c… When some fair ladies by hard prom…

Leave me, O love which reachest b… And thou, my mind, aspire to highe… Grow rich in that which never take… Whatever fades but fading pleasure… Draw in thy beams, and humble all…

Soul’s joy, bend not those morning… Where Virtue is made strong by Be… Where Love is chasteness, Pain do… And Humbleness grows one with Maj… Whatever may ensue, oh let me be

My true-love hath my heart, and I… By just exchange one to the other… I hold his dear, and mine he canno… There never was a better bargain d… My true-love hath my heart, and I…

Oh happy Thames, that didst my St… I saw thyself with many a smiling… Upon thy cheerful face, Joy’s liv… While those fair planets on thy st… The boat for joy could not to danc…

Stella, since thou so right a prin… Of all the powers which life besto… That ere by them aught undertaken… They first resort unto that sovere… Sweet, for a while give respite to…

Sweet swelling lip, well may’st th… Since best wits think it wit thee… Nature’s praise, Virtue’s stall,… Whence words, not words but heav’n… The new Parnassus, where the Muse…

The Nightingale, as soon as April… Unto her rested sense a perfect wa… While late-bare Earth, proud of n… Sings out her woes, a thorn her so… And mournfully bewailing,

Muses, I oft invoked your hold ai… With choicest flow’rs my speech t’… That it, despis’d in true by naked… Might win some grace in your sweet… And oft whole troops of saddest wo…

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…

Grief find the words, for thou has… So dark with misty vapors, which a… From out thy heavy mold, that inbe… Can scarce discern the shape of mi… Do thou then (for thou canst) do t…

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…

“Who is it that this dark night Underneath my window plaineth?” ‘It is one who from thy sight Being, ah! exiled, disdaineth Every other vulgar light.’