What then is loue but mourning? What desire, but a selfe-burning? Till shee that hates doth loue returne, Thus will […]

I must complain, yet doe enioy my Loue; She is too faire, too rich in louely parts: Thence is my […]

Leaue prolonging thy distresse: All delayes afflict the dying. Many lost sighes long I spent, to her for mercy crying; […]

There is a Garden in her face, Where Roses and white Lillies grow; A heau’nly paradice is that place, Wherein […]

Followe thy faire sunne, vnhappy shadowe, Though thou be blacke as night, And she made all of light, Yet follow […]

What if a day, or a month, or a yeare Crown thy delights with a thousand sweet contentings? Cannot a […]

Beauty, since you so much desire To know the place of Cupids fire, About you somewhere doth it rest, Yet […]

Breake now, my heart, and dye! Oh no, she may relent. Let my despaire preuayle! O stay, hope is not […]

Turne all thy thoughts to eyes, Turn al thy haires to eares, Change all thy friends to spies, And all […]

Come, O come, my lifes delight, Let me not in languor pine: Loue loues no delay; thy sight, The more […]

The Sypres curten of the night is spread, And ouer all a silent dewe is cast. The weaker cares by […]

When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admirèd guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt […]

When thou must home to shades of vnder ground, And there ariu’d, a newe admired guest, The beauteous spirits do […]

When the God of merrie loue As yet in his cradle lay, Thus his wither’d nurse did say : Thou […]

When to her lute Corinna sings, Her voice revives the leaden strings, And doth in highest notes appear As any […]