At the round earths imagin’d corners, blow

Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace,My spans last inch, my minutes latest point,And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoyntMy body, and soule, and I shall sleepe a space,But my’ever-waking part shall see that face,Whose feare already shakes my every joynt;Then, as my soule, to’heaven her first seate, takes flight,And earth-borne body, in the earth…

To sea for nothing but to make him sick.Love is a bear-whelp born: if we o’erlickOur love, and force it new strange shapes to take,We err, and of a lump a monster make.Were not a calf a monster that were grownFaced like a man, though better than his own?Perfection is in unity: preferOne woman first,…

Leave, leave, fair bride, your solitary bed ;No more shall you return to it alone ;It nurseth sadness, and your body’s print,Like to a grave, the yielding down doth dint ;You, and your other you, meet there anon.Put forth, put forth, that warm balm-breathing thigh,Which when next time you in these sheets will smother,There it…

Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,Lo, faithful virgin, yields Himself to lieIn prison, in thy womb; and though He thereCan take no sin, nor thou give, yet He will wear,Taken from thence, flesh, which death’s force may try.Ere by the spheres time was created, thouWast…

She sees Him man, so like God made in this,That of them both a circle emblem is,Whose first and last concur ; this doubtful dayOf feast or fast, Christ came, and went away ;She sees Him nothing, twice at once, who’s all ;She sees a cedar plant itself, and fall ;Her Maker put to making,…

For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate…

The violet’s reclining head,Sat we two, one another’s best.Our hands were firmly cementedWith a fast balm, which thence did spring;Our eye-beams twisted, and did threadOur eyes upon one double string;So to’intergraft our hands, as yetWas all the means to make us one,And pictures in our eyes to getWas all our propagation.As ‘twixt two equal armies…

FATHER of Heaven, and Him, by whomIt, and us for it, and all else for us,Thou madest, and govern’st ever, comeAnd re-create me, now grown ruinous:My heart is by dejection, clay,And by self-murder, red.From this red earth, O Father, purge awayAll vicious tinctures, that new-fashionedI may rise up from death, before I’m dead.II.THE SON.O Son…

The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,Is tired with standing though they never fight.Off with that girdle, like heaven’s zone glistering,But a far fairer world encompassing.Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,That th’ eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chimeTells me from you, that now ’tis your bed…

By our long starving hopes, by that remorseWhich my words’ masculine persuasive forceBegot in thee, and by the memoryOf hurts, which spies and rivals threatened me,I calmly beg: but by thy father’s wrath,By all pains, which want and divorcement hath,I conjure thee, and all the oaths which IAnd thou have sworn to seal joint constancy,Here…

Because it doth endureVicissitude, and season, as the grass ;Methinks I lied all winter, when I sworeMy love was infinite, if spring make it more.But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrowWith more, not only be no quintessence,But mix’d of all stuffs, vexing soul, or sense,And of the sun his active vigour borrow,Love’s not…