#EnglishWriters
A wearied pilgrim I have wander’d… Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but… Long I have lasted in this world;… But yet those years that I have l… Who by his gray hairs doth his lus…
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come, and buy: If so be you ask me where They do grow? I answer, there Where my Julia’s lips do smile;—
Man is a watch, wound up at first,… Wound up again; Once down, he’s d… The watch once down, all motions t… The man’s pulse stopt, all passion…
In this world, the Isle of Dreams… While we sit by sorrow’s streams, Tears and terrors are our themes, Reciting: But when once from hence we fly,
First, April, she with mellow sho… Opens the way for early flowers; Then after her comes smiling May, In a more rich and sweet array; Next enters June, and brings us m…
Here we are all, by day; by night… By dreams, each one into a several…
Let’s live in haste; use pleasures… Could life return, 'twould never l…
Drink wine, and live here blithefu… The morrow’s life too late is; Li…
In this little Urne is laid Prewdence Baldwin (once my maid) From whose happy spark here let Spring the purple violet.
In this little urn is laid Prudence Baldwin, once my maid, From whose happy spark here let Spring the purple violet.
Rare is the voice itself: but whe… To th’ lute or viol, then ’tis rav…
Nothing comes free-cost here; Jov… His gifts go from him, if not boug…
Why, Madam, will ye longer weep, Whenas your baby’s lull’d asleep? And, pretty child, feels now no mo… Those pains it lately felt before. All now is silent; groans are fled…
In man, ambition is the common’st… Each one by nature loves to be a k…
When I behold a forest spread With silken trees upon thy head; And when I see that other dress Of flowers set in comeliness; When I behold another grace