In numbers, and but these few, I sing thy birth, oh JESU! Thou pretty Baby, born here, With sup’rabundant scorn here; Who for thy princely port here,

Life is the body’s light; which, o… Those crimson clouds i’ th’ cheeks… Those counter-changed tabbies in t… The sun once set, all of one colou… So, when death comes, fresh tinctu…

Night hath no wings to him that ca… And Time seems then not for to fl… Slowly her chariot drives, as if t… Had broke her wheel, or crack’d he… Just so it is with me, who list’ni…

Love’s of itself too sweet; the be… Is, when love’s honey has a dash o…

Though clock, To tell how night draws hence, I’… A cock I have to sing how day draws on: I have

Let us, though late, at last, my… And loving lie in one devoted bed. Thy watch may stand, my minutes fl… No sound calls back the year that… Then, sweetest Silvia, let’s no l…

Since to the country first I came… I have lost my former flame; And, methinks, I not inherit, As I did, my ravish’d spirit. If I write a verse or two,

Happily I had a sight Of my dearest dear last night; Make her this day smile on me, And I’ll roses give to thee!

LACON. For a kiss or two, conf… What doth cause this pensiveness, Thou most lovely neat-herdess? Why so lonely on the hill? Why thy pipe by thee so still,

How Love came in, I do not know, Whether by th’eye, or ear, or no; Or whether with the soul it came, At first, infused with the same; Whether in part ’tis here or there…

Great cities seldom rest; if there… T’ invade from far, they’ll find w…

In prayer the lips ne’er act the w… Without the sweet concurrence of t…

Clear are her eyes, Like purest skies; Discovering from thence A baby there That turns each sphere,

O years! and age! farewell: Behold I go, Where I do know Infinity to dwell. And these mine eyes shall see

In all thy need, be thou possest Still with a well prepared breast; Nor let the shackles make thee sad… Thou canst but have what others ha… And this for comfort thou must kno…