Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.
Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.
And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
God doth not promise here to man that HeWill free him quickly from his misery;But in His own time, and when He thinks fit,Then He will give a happy end to it.
Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.
We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
A winning wave, (deserving note.) In the tempestuous petticote, A careless shoe-string, in whose tye I see a wilde civility,-- Doe more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
The readiness of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse.
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent.
Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.
Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.
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