Thou wert ; and what my hopes of letters were ;As in our streets sly beggars narrowlyWatch motions of the giver’s hand or eye,And evermore conceive some hope thereby.And now thy alms is given, thy letter’s read,The body risen again, the which was dead,And thy poor starveling bountifully fed.After this banquet my soul doth say…
But Chance from you all sovereignty hath got ;Love woundeth none but those whom Death dares not ;True if you were, and just in equity,I should have vanquish’d her, as you did me ;Else lovers should not brave Death’s pains, and live ;But ’tis a rule, “ Death comes not to relieve.”Or, pale and wan…
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…
Thought I, but one had breathèd purest air ;And must she needs be false, because she’s fair?Is it your beauty’s mark, or of your youth,Or your perfection, not to study truth?Or think you heaven is deaf, or hath no eyes?Or those it hath smile at your perjuries?Are vows so cheap with women, or the matterWhereof…
A constant habit; that when I would notI change in vows, and in devotion.As humorous is my contritionAs my profane love, and as soon forgot:As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.I durst not view heaven yesterday; and todayIn prayers and flattering speeches I court God:Tomorrow I quake with true…
From all solicitation from me,Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,And thee, feign’d vestal, in worse arms shall see;Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,And he, whose thou art then, being tir’d before,Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, thinkThou call’st for more,And in false sleep will from thee shrink;And then,…
Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee,When with my brown, my grey hairs equal be;Till then, Love, let my body reign, and letMe travel, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, forget,Resume my last year’s relict: think that yetWe had never met.Let me think any rival’s letter mine,And at next nineKeep midnight’s promise; mistake by the wayThe maid,…
I cannot think that he, who then lov’d most,Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn.But since this god produc’d a destiny,And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be,I must love her, that loves not me.Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much,Nor he in his young godhead practis’d it.But when an…
Hee thinkes that else none can, nor will agreeThat any loves but hee;I cannot say I’lov’d. for who can sayHee was kill’d yesterday?Lover withh excesse of heat, more yong than old,Death kills with too much cold;Wee dye but once, and who lov’d last did die,Hee that saith twice, doth lye:For though hee seeme to move,…
