Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find? No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dimmed Cold love is like to words written on sand Or to bubbles which on the water swim Wilt thou be thus abused still Seeing that she will right thee never? If thou cans't not o'ercome her will Thy love will be thus fruitless ever Was I so base, that I might not aspire Unto those high joys which she holds from me? As they are high, so high is my desire If she this deny, what can granted be? If she will yield to that which Reason is It is Reason's will that Love should be just Dear, make me happy still by granting this Or cut off delays if that I die must Better a thousand times to die Than for to live thus still tormented Dear, but remember it was I Who for thy sake did die contented Better a thousand times to die Than for to live thus still tormented Dear, but remember it was I Who for thy sake did die contented
Flow my teares fall from your springs Exilde for ever: Let me morne Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings There let me live forlorne Downe vaine lights shine you no more No nights are dark enough for those That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore Light doth but shame disclose Never may my woes be relieved Since pittie is fled And teares, and sighes, and grones My wearie days My wearie days of all joyes have deprived From the highest spire of contentment My fortune is throwne And feare, and griefe, and paine For my deserts For my deserts are my hopes since hope is gone Hark you shadowes that in darknesse dwell Learn to contemne light Happy happy that in hell Feele not the worlds despite Hark you shadowes that in darknesse dwell Learn to contemne light Happy happy that in hell Feele not the worlds despite
Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Have you felt the wool of beaver, Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier, Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she! So sweet is she! O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she! So sweet is she!
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat The slender hairs cast shadows Through but small And bees have stings, although they be not great Seas have their source And so have shallow springs And love is love, in beggars and in kings Seas have their source And so have shallow springs And love is love, in beggars and in kings Where waters smoothest run There deepest are the fords The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move The firmest faith is found in fewest words The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love True hearts have eyes, and ears No tongues to speak They hear, and see, and sign And then they break True hearts have eyes, and ears No tongues to speak They hear, and see, and sign And then they break
Fine knacks for ladies Cheap, choice, brave and new Good pennyworths but money cannot move I keep a fair but for the fair to view A beggar may be liberal of love Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true The heart is true The heart is true Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again My trifles come as treasures from my mind It is a precious jewel to be plain Sometimes in shell the Orient's pearls we find Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain Of me a grain Of me a grain Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain Of me a grain Of me a grain Within this pack pins, points, laces and gloves And divers toys fitting a country fair But in my heart, where duty serves and loves Turtles and twins, Court's brood, a heav'nly pair Happy the man that thinks of no removes Of no removes Of no removes
Come heavy sleepe the image of true death And close up these my weary weeping eyes Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath And tears my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul That living dies, that living dies, that living dies Till thou on me be stoule Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul That living dies, that living dies, that living dies Till thou on me be stoule Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest Allied to death, child to his blackfac'd night Come thou and charme these rebels in my breast Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright O come sweet sleepe - come, or I die for ever Come ere my last sleepe comes, or come never
Come again! sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die With thee again in sweetest sympathy To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die With thee again in sweetest sympathy Come again! that I may cease to mourn Through thy unkind disdain For now left and forlorn I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die In deadly pain and endless misery I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die In deadly pain and endless misery All the day the sun that lends me shine By frowns doth cause me pine And feeds me with delay Her smiles, my springs That makes my joy to grow Her frowns the winter of my woe Her smiles, my springs That makes my joy to grow Her frowns the winter of my woe All the night my sleeps are full of dreams My eyes are full of streams My heart takes no delight
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me Of my heart, of my heart And so leave me, and so leave me? Wilt thou unkind thus reave me Of my heart, of my heart And so leave me, and so leave me? Farewell! Farewell! But yet or e'er I part, O cruel Kiss me, sweet, kiss me, sweet Sweet my jewel Hope by disdain grows cheerless Fear doth love, love doth fear Beauty peerless, beauty peerless Farewell! Farewell! But yet or e'er I part, O cruel Kiss me, sweet, kiss me, sweet Sweet my jewel If no delayes can move thee Life shall die, death shall live Still to love thee, still to love thee? Farewell! Farewell! But yet or e'er I part, O cruel Kiss me, sweet, kiss me, sweet Sweet my jewel Yet be thou mindfull ever Heat from fire, fire from heat None can see sever, none can sever Farewell! Farewell! But yet or e'er I part, O cruel Kiss me, sweet, kiss me, sweet Sweet my jewel True love cannot be changed Though delight from desert Be estranged, be estranged Farewell! Farewell! But yet or e'er I part, O cruel Kiss me, sweet, kiss me, sweet Sweet my jewel Farewell! Farewell! But yet or e'er I part, O cruel Kiss me, sweet, kiss me, sweet Sweet my jewel
Weep you no more, sad fountains What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste But my sun's heav'nly eyes View not your weeping That now lies sleeping That now lies sleeping Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping Sleep is a reconciling A rest that Peace begets Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at e'en he sets Rest you then, rest, sad eyes Melt not in weeping While she lies sleeping While she lies sleeping Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping
Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth Hir grace like June When earth and trees bee trimde In best attire of compleat beauties height Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies Sweet sommer spring That breatheth life and growing In weedes as into herbs and flowers And sees of service divers sorts in sowing Some haply seeming and some being yours Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve
In darkness let me dwell The ground shall sorrow be The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me The walls of marble black That moist'ned still shall weep My music, my music Hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep Thus, wedded to my woes And bedded to my tomb O let me living die, o let me living die Till death doth come, till death doth come Till death doth come In darkness let me dwell
