Through yon same bending plain, That flings his arms down to the m… And through these thick woods have… Whose bottom never kissed the sun Since the lusty spring began;

Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There’s nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see’t,

GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour’d, ever sung, Stain’d with blood of lusty grapes… In a thousand lusty shapes Dance upon the mazer’s brim,

Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again,

Orpheus I am, come from the deeps… To thee, fond man, the plagues of… To the fair fields where loves ete… There’s none that come, but first… Hark, and beware! unless thou hast…

HEAR, ye ladies that despise    What the mighty Love has done; Fear examples and be wise:    Fair Callisto was a nun; Leda, sailing on the stream

SING his praises that doth keep    Our flocks from harm. Pan, the father of our sheep;    And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round,

AWAY, delights! go seek some oth…    For I must die. Farewell, false love! thy tongue i…    Lie after lie. For ever let me rest now from thy…

COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet… Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies; that from thence I may feel an influence

HENCE, all you vain delights,    As short as are the nights    Wherein you spend your folly! There 's naught in this life sweet… If men were wise to see’t,

LAY a garland on my herse    Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear;    Say, I died true. My love was false, but I was firm

BEAUTY clear and fair,    Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells;    Where the violet and the rose    Their blue veins and blush disc…

Oh, fair sweet goddess, queen of l… Soft and gentle as thy doves, Humble-eyed, and ever ruing Those poor hearts, their loves pur… Oh, thou mother of delights,

To give a stronger testimony of lo… Than sickly promises (which common… In princes find both birth and bur… In one breath), we have drawn you,… To make your fair endearments to o…

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers