Drawn by th’attractive virtue of her eyes,

Now, whilst thy beauty bears without a stain,Now use thy Summer smiles ere Winter lours.And whilst thou spread’st unto the rising sun,The fairest flower that ever saw the light,Now joy thy time before thy sweet be done;And, Delia, think thy morning must have night,And that thy brightness sets at length to west,When thou wilt close…

Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:Relieve my languish, and restore the light,With dark forgetting of my cares, return;And let the day be time enough to mournThe shipwreck of my ill-adventur’d youth:Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,Without the torment of the night’s untruth.Cease dreams, th’ imagery of our day-desires,To model forth the passions…

My heavy fortune is much like the same:I work on flint, and that’s the cause I moan.For hapless, lo, ev’n with mine own desires,I figur’d on the table of my heartThe fairest form, the world’s eye admires,And so did perish by my proper art.And still I toil, to change the marble breastOf her, whose sweetest…

Behold the message of my just complainingThat shows the world how much my grief imported.These tributary plaints fraught with desire,I send those eyes the cabinets of love;The Paradise whereto my hopes aspireFrom out this hell, which mine afflictions prove.Wherein I thus do live cast down from mirth,Pensive alone, none but despair about me;My joys abortive,…

Are they shadows that we see?And can shadows pleasure give?Pleasures only shadows beCast by bodies we conceive,And are made the things we deem,In those figures which they seem.But these pleasures vanish fast,Which by shadows are exprest:Pleasures are not, if they last,In their passing, is their best.Glory is most bright and gayIn a flash, and so…

Present the image of the cares I prove;Witness your Father’s grief exceeds all other.Sigh out a story of her cruel deeds,With interrupted accents of despair:A monument that whosoever readsMay justly praise, and blame my loveless Fair.Say her disdain hath dried up my blood,And starved you, in succours still denying;Press to her eyes, importune me some…