As Katherine, for the court’s sake, put down stews.
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OF that short roll of friends writ in my heart,
Whether in th’ English provinces they be,Or drink of Po, Sequane, or Danuby,There’s none that sometime greets us not, and yetYour Trent is Lethe ; that past, us you forget.You do not duties of societies,If from th’ embrace of a loved wife you rise,View your fat beasts, stretch’d barns, and labour’d fields,Eat, play, ride, take…
When I died last, and, Dear, I die
Though it be but an hour ago,And Lovers’ hours be full eternity,I can remember yet, that ISomething did say, and something did bestow;Though I be dead, which sent me, I should beMine own executor and legacy.I heard me say, ‘Tell her anon,That myself, that is you, not I,Did kill me,’ and when I felt me…
Upon this Primrose hill,
A shower of rain, each several drop might goTo his own primrose, and grow manna so;And where their form and their infinityMake a terrestrial Galaxy,As the small stars do in the sky:I walk to find a true Love; and I seeThat ’tis not a mere woman that is she,But must or more or less than…
I can love both fair and brown;
Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays;Her whom the country form’d, and whom the town;Her who believes, and her who tries;Her who still weeps with spongy eyes,And her who is dry cork, and never cries.I can love her, and her, and you, and you;I can love any, so she be not…
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,
For I have sinned, and sinned, and only heWho could do no iniquity hath died:But by my death can not be satisfiedMy sins, which pass the Jews’ impiety:They killed once an inglorious man, but ICrucify him daily, being now glorified.Oh let me, then, his strange love still admire:Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment.And Jacob…
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she
For, though her eyes be small, her mouth is great,Though they be ivory, yet her teeth be jet,Though they be dim, yet she is light enough,And though her harsh hair fall, her skin is rough;What though her cheeks be yellow, her hair’s red;Give her thine, and she hath a maidenhead.These things are beauty’s elements, where…