Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
When words we want, love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.
Show me thy feet, show me thy legs, thy thighs Show me those fleshy principalities; Show me that hill where smiling love doth sit, Having a living fountain under it; Show me thy waist, then let me there withal, By the ascension of thy lawn, see all.
Wealth cannot make a life, but Love.
To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he is to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while you may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well
Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction.
Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.
That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.
Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.
A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction : An erring lace which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher : A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly : A winning wave (deserving note) In the tempestuous petticoat : A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility : Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.
Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.
Feed him ye must, whose food fills you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your paine, But for to make it spring againe.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
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