NOW winter nights enlarge    The number of their hours,    And clouds their storms dischar…    Upon the airy towers.    Let now the chimneys blaze

There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heav’nly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flo… There cherries grow which none may…

NEVER weather-beaten sail more w… Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affect… Than my wearied sprite now longs t… O come quickly, sweetest Lord, an… Ever blooming are the joys of heav…

FOLLOW thy fair sun, unhappy sh…    Though thou be black as night,    And she made all of light, Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy s… Follow her, whose light thy light…

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live a… And though the sager sort our deed… Let us not weigh them. Heaven’s g… Into their west, and straight agai… But soon as once set is our little…

There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flo… There cherries grow which none may…

Jack and Joan they think no ill, But loving live, and merry still; Do their week-days’ work, and pray Devoutly on the holy day: Skip and trip it on the green,

I care not for these ladies that m… Give me kind Amaryllis, the wanto… Nature Art disdaineth; her beauty… Her when we court and kiss, she cr… But when we come where comfort is,…

THE man of life upright,    Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds,    Or thought of vanity; The man whose silent days

WHEN thou must home to shades of… And there arrived, a new admired g… The beauteous spirits do engirt th… White Iope, blithe Helen, and the… To hear the stories of thy finish’…

Follow your saint, follow with acc… Haste you, sad notes, fall at her… There, wrapp’d in cloud of sorrow,… And tell the ravisher of my soul… But if she scorns my never-ceasing…

Rose-cheek’d Laura, come, Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty… Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing. Lovely forms do flow

When thou must home to shades of u… And there arriv’d, a new admired g… The beauteous spirits do engirt th… White Iope, blithe Helen, and the… To hear the stories of thy finish’…

Think’st thou to seduce me then wi… Parrots so can learn to prate, our… Nurses teach their children so abo… Learn to speak first, then to woo;… He that courts us, wanting art, so…

With broken heart and contrite sig… A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry: Thy pard’ning grace is rich and fr… O God, be merciful to me. I smite upon my troubled breast,