Those counter-changed tabbies in the air,
The sun once set, all of one colour are:
So, when death comes, fresh tinctures lose their place,
And dismal darkness then doth smutch the face.
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Julia, I bring
Made for thy finger fit;To shew by this,That our love is(Or sho’d be) like to it.Close though it be,The joynt is free:So when Love’s yoke is on,It must not gall,Or fret at allWith hard oppression.But it must playStill either way;And be, too, such a yoke,As not too wide,To over-slide;Or be so strait to choak.So we,…
When I consider, dearest, thou dost stay
Like to these garden glories, which here beThe flowery-sweet resemblances of thee:With grief of heart, methinks, I thus do cry,Would thou hadst ne’er been born, or might’st not die!
THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.I write of youth, of love, and have accessBy these to sing of cleanly wantonness.I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by pieceOf balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris.I sing of Time’s trans-shifting; and…
When that day comes, whose evening says I’m gone
Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,That my wing’d ship may meet no Remora.Those deities which circum-walk the seas,And look upon our dreadful passages,Will from all dangers re-deliver me,For one drink-offering poured out by thee,Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear,In my short absence, to unsluice a tear;But yet for love’s-sake, let thy lips do…
Sapho, I will chuse to go
Endless ice, and endless snow;Rather than I once would seeBut a winter’s face in thee,–To benumb my hopes and me.
Bell-man of night, if I about shall go
Thou stop’st Saint Peter in the midst of sin;Stay me, by crowing, ere I do begin;Better it is, premonish’d, for to shunA sin, than fall to weeping when ’tis done.