Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then. SONNETS (EXTRACTS). III. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee XXXI. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye. Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone. XXXIV. For no man well of such a salve can speak, The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief XL. And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief XLIII. All days are nights to see, till I see thee, thee me. LII. Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope, LIV. They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves. LVII. So true a fool is love, that in your will LXX. For slander's mark was ever yet the fair. XCIV. For sweetest things turn sour by ill deeds: Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. CII. That love is merchandis'd whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere. CX. Alas! 't is true I have gone here and there, CXXXVIII. O! love's best habit is in seeming trust, A LOVER'S COMPLAINT. And when in his fair parts she did abide, 1. 83. So on the tip of his subduing tongue. 7. 120. Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, And reign'd commanding in his monarchy. 7. 195. "O! then advance of yours that phraseless hand, Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise." O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies 1.225. 1.288. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM. If by me broke, what fool is not so wise 7. 41. Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings, ings. 1. 95. Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like wintry weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O my love, my love is young! Age, I do defy thee: O sweet shepherd! hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, There will we sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks, If that the world and love were young 1. 356. 7.368. |