Who is it that says most? which can say moreThan this rich praise, that you alone are you?In whose confine immured is the storeWhich should example wh...
I never saw that you did painting needAnd therefore to your fair no painting set;I found, or thought I found, you did exceedThe barren tender of a poe...
I grant thou wert not married to my MuseAnd therefore mayst without attaint o'erlookThe dedicated words which writers useOf their fair subject, bl...
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;From hence your memory death cannot take,Although in me each part will b...
O, how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,And in the praise thereof spends all his might,To make me tongue-tied...
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,But now my gracious numbers are decay'dAnd my sick Muse doth give ano...
So oft have I invoked thee for my MuseAnd found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath got my useAnd under thee their poesy disperse....
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,And of this ...
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,So far from variation or quick change?Why with the time do I not glance asideTo new-found methods and to compou...
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;And for the peace of you I hold such strifeAs 'twixt ...