Lady your art or wit could nere de… To shame me more then in this nigh… Why I am quite unready, and my ey… Now winking like my candle, doth d… To guide my hand, if it had ought…

Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy h… Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flo…

This Pile thou seest built out of… Contains no shroud within, nor mou… This bloodless Trunk is destitute… Which may the Soul-fled Mansion e… This seeming Sepulchre (to tell t…

VVere thy heart soft as thou art… Thou wer’t a wonder past compare: But frozen Love and fierce disdai… By their extremes thy graces stain… Cold coyness quenches the still fi…

Out of the horrour of the lowest… Where cares & endlesse fears t… To thee (O Lord) I send my woful… O heare the accents of my misery. If Thy enquiry (Lord) should be s…

Pursue no more (my thoughts!) that… You may assoon imprison the North… Or catch the Lightning as it leap… The leading billow first ran down… Or undertake the flying clouds to…

Perhaps ’twas but conceit. Errone… Thou art thine own distemper and o… Imagine then, that sick unwholsom… Was thy corruption breath’d into a… Nor is it strange, when we in char…

TELL me no more how fair she is, I have no minde to hear The story of that distant bliss I never shall come near: By sad experience I have found

Dear Nan, I would not have thy co… Though I last night had twice so… Well is a Passion to the Market b… When such a treasure of advice is… With so much dross. And could’st…

Love is our Reasons Paradox, whic… Against the judgment doth maintain… And governs by such arbitrary laws… It onely makes the Act our Liking… We have no brave revenge, but to f…

I will not weep, for ’twere as gre… To shed a tear for thee, as to hav… An Actor in thy death. Thy life a… Was but a various Scene on fortun… With whom thou tugg’st & strov…

But is it true, the Court mislik’… That Christ-Church and the Arts… That Ignoramus should so far exce… Their Hobby-horse from ours hath… Troth you are justly serv’d, that…

Since thou hast view’d some Gorgo… A solid stone: To bring again to softness thy har… Is past my art. Ice may relent to water in a thaw;

But say thou very woman, why to me This fit of weakness and inconstan… What forfeit have I made of word… That I am rack’t on thy displeasu… If I have done a fault I do not s…

Con mala Muger el remedio Mucha Tierra por el medio. I have oft wondred why thou didst… Thy Mistress of a stuff none coul… That wore his eyes in the right pl…