#EnglishWriters
Hear, you bad writers, and though… I will inform you where you happy… Provide the most malicious thought… And bend them all against some pri… To bring him, not his vices, on th…
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall… From the next glance a double cale… Of fire and lust! Two flames, two… Dwell in those eyes, whose looser… Would thaw the frozen Russian int…
Now fie on foolish love, it not be… Or man or woman know it. Love was not meant for people in t… And they that fondly show it Betray the straw, and features in…
The sun, which doth the greatest c… To absent friends (because the sel… They know they see, however absent… Here our best hay-maker (forgive m… It is our country style); in this…
If it might stand with justice to… The swift conversion of all follie… Such is my mercy, that I could ad… All sorts should equally approve t… Of this thy even work, whose growi…
Never more will I protest, To love a woman but in jest: For as they cannot be true, So, to give each man his due, When the wooing fit is past
IT is a statute in deepe wisdomes… That for his lines none should a p… By wealth or pouerty, by lesse or… But who the same is able to peruse… Nor ought a man his labours dedica…
Like to the weake estate of a poor… To whom sweet fortune hath bene eu… VVhich dayly doth that happy howr… VVhen his poore state may his aff… So fares my loue, not able as the…
I sing the fortune of a luckless p… Whose spotless souls now in one bo… For beauty still is Prodromus to… Crost by the sad stars of nativity… And of the strange enchantment of…
Flattering Hope, away and leave m… She’ll not come, thou dost deceive… Hark the cock crows, th’ envious l… Chides away the silent night; Yet she comes not, oh! how I tire
It is a statute in deep wisdom’s l… That for his lines none should a p… By wealth and poverty, by less or… But who the same is able to peruse… Nor ought a man his labour dedicat…
I may forget to drink, to eat, to… Remembering thee: but when I do,… In well-weighed lines, that men sh… Envy the sorrow which brought fort… May my dull understanding have the…
MY wanton lines doe treate of amo… Such as would bow the hearts of go… Then Venus, thou great Citherean… That hourely tript on the Idalian… Thou laughing Erycina, daygne to…
If thou hadst itch’d after the wil… Of common people, and hadst made t… In writing such as catch’d at pres… I should commend the thing, but no… But thou hast squared thy rules by…
Stand still my happiness, and swel… No more, till I consider what tho… Desire of knowledge was man’s fata… For when our parents were in parad… Though they themselves, and all th…