PASSIONS are liken’d best to f… The shallow murmur, but the deep a… So, when affection yields discours… The bottom is but shallow whence t… They that are rich in words, in wo…

But stay, my thoughts, make end, g… Harsh is the voice of woe and sorr… Complaints cure not, and tears do… Griefs for a time, which after mor… To seek for moisture in the Arabi…

Prais’d be Diana’s fair and harml… Prais’d be the dews wherewith she… Prais’d be her beams, the glory of… Prais’d be her power by which all… Prais’d be her nymphs with whom sh…

If Cynthia be a queen, a princess… Keep these among the rest, or say… For those that like, expound, and… Meanings according as their minds… For writing what thou art, or show…

I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. The Rich were not aware of it;

As you came from the holy land of Walsinghame Met you not with my true love By the way as you came? How shall I know your true love

Our great work, the Otia Merseian… Edited by learned Mister Sampson, And supported by Professor Woodwa… Is financed by numerous Bogus Mee… Hastily convened by Kuno Meyer

WRONG not, sweet empress of my h… The merit of true passion, With thinking that he feels no sma… That sues for no compassion. Silence in love bewrays more woe

If all the world and love were you… And truth in every Shepherd’s ton… These pretty pleasures might me mo… To live with thee, and be thy love… Time drives the flocks from field…

Methought I saw the grave where L… Within that temple where the vesta… Was wont to burn; and, passing by… To see that buried dust of living… Whose tomb fair Love, and fairer…

Now what is Love, I pray thee, te… It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwel… It is, perhaps, the sauncing bell That tolls all into heaven or hell…