Man knows where first he ships himself; but he

The blooms that fell were white and red;But with such sweets commingled,As whether (this) I cannot tell,My sight was pleased more, or my smell;But true it was, as I roll’d there,Without a thought of hurt or fear,Love turn’d himself into a bee,And with his javelin wounded me;—From which mishap this use I make;Where most sweets…

She with a dainty blush rebuked her face,And call’d each line back to his rule and space.

Tell me, said I, in deep distress,Where I may find my Shepherdess?–Thou fool, said Love, know’st thou not this?In every thing that’s sweet she is.In yond’ carnation go and seek,There thou shalt find her lip and cheek;In that enamell’d pansy by,There thou shalt have her curious eye;In bloom of peach and rose’s bud,There waves the…

Because thou prizest things that areCurious, and un-familiar.Take first the feast; these dishes gone,We’ll see the Fairy Court anon.A little mushroon table spread,After short prayers, they set on bread;A moon-parched grain of purest wheat,With some small glit’ring grit, to eatHis choice bits with; then in a triceThey make a feast less great than nice.But all…

I most humbly thee desireTo commit it to the fire:Better ’twere my book were dead,Than to live not perfected.