IT is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be； Or standing long an oak three hundred year To fall a log at last dry bald and sere： A l...
WEEP with me all you that read This little story； And know for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In...
WOULDST thou hear what Man can say In a little？ Reader stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much Beauty as could die： Which in life did harbour giv...
HIGH-SPIRITED friend I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound： Your fate hath found A gentler and more agile hand to tend The cure of that whi...
DRINK to me only with thine eyes And I will pledge with mine； Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the ...
QUEEN and huntress chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep： Hesperus entreats thy light Go...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring Whil'st yet her leafe was greene and fresh her rinde And whil'st her braunch faire blossomes foorth did...
FRESH Spring the herald of loves mighty king In whose cote-armour richly are displayd All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colo...
Wilt Pray for Me？ Wilt pray for me？ They tell me I have Fame； I plead with thee, Sometimes just fold my name In beautiful "Hail Marys"！ And ...
The Poet Priest ~Not~ as of one whom multitudes ~admire~, I believe they call him great； They throng to hear him with a strange desire； They, silent, ...