I never drank of Aganippe well, Nor ever did in shade of Tempe si… And Muses scorn with vulgar brain… Poor layman I, for sacred rites u… Some do I hear of poets’ fury tel…

Because I breathe not love to eve… Nor do not use set colours for to… Nor nourish special locks of vowed… Nor give each speech a full point… The courtly nymphs, acquainted wit…

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…

Queen Virtue’s court, which some… Prepar’d by Nature’s choicest fur… Hath his front built of alabaster… Gold in the covering of that state… The door by which sometimes comes…

His mother dear Cupid offended la… Because that Mars grown slacker i… With pricking shot he did not thro… To keep the pace of their first lo… The boy refus’d for fear of Mars’…

Oh joy, too high for my low style… Oh bliss, fit for a nobler state t… Envy, put out thine eyes, lest tho… What oceans of delight in me do fl… My friend, that oft saw through al…

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…

Love, born in Greece, of late fle… Forc’d by a tedious proof, that T… Is no fit mark to pierce with his… And pleas’d with our soft peace, s… But finding these north climes do…

What may words say, or what may wo… Where truth itself must speak like… Within what bounds can one his lik… Where Nature doth with infinite a… What Nestor’s counsel can my flam…

Your words, my friend, (right heal… My young mind marr’d, whom Love d… That mine own writings like bad se… My wits, quick in vain thoughts, i… That Plato I read for nought, but…

Yet Sighs, dear Sighs, indeed tru… That do not leave your least frien… But as you with my breast I oft h… So grateful now you wait upon my c… Faint coward Joy no longer tarry…

Stella, think not that I by verse… Who seek, who hope, who love, who… Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my h… If thou praise not, all other prai… Nor so ambitious am I, as to fram…

I might!—unhappy word—O me, I mig… And then would not, or could not,… Till now wrapt in a most infernal… I find how heav’nly day, wretch!… Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thy…

ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving in truth, and fain in verse… That she, dear she, might take som… Pleasure might cause her read, rea… Knowledge might pity win, and pity…

Woe, having made with many fights… Each sense of mine; each gift, eac… Grown now his slaves, he forc’d th… The thoroughest words, fit for Wo… Hoping that when they might find…