Автор: WALTER RALEIGH

Now what is love? I pray thee, tell. It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell. […]

[The nymph’s reply to the shepherd] If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, […]

Calling to mind, my eyes went long about To cause my heart to forsake my breast, All in a rage […]

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My […]

The praise of meaner wits this work like profit brings, As doth the cuckoo’s song delight when Philumema sings. If […]

Before the sixth day of the next new year, Strange wonders in this kingdom shall appear: Four kings shall be […]

Praised be Diana’s fair and harmless light, Praised be the dews wherewith she moists the ground; Praised be her beams, […]

UPON THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, KNIGHT, LORD GOVERNOR OF FLUSHING To praise thy life or wail thy worthy […]

Sweet were the sauce would please each kind of taste; The life likewise were pure that never swerved: For spiteful […]

Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, […]

Like to a hermit poor in place obscure I mean to spend my days of endless doubt, To wail such […]

What is our life? a play of passion, Our mirth the musicke of division, Our mothers wombes the tyring houses […]

Go, soul, the body’s guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy […]

As you came from the holy land Of Walsinghame, Met you not with my true love By the way as […]

Had Lucan hid the truth to please the time, He had been too unworthy of thy pen, Who never sought, […]