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Poetical Rhapsody: Containing Sonnets, Odes, Elegies, Madrigals, Epigrams ...
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Seite 413 - Who in their greatest cost Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust. And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Seite 412 - Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Seite 414 - Tell fortune of her blindness, Tell nature of decay, Tell friendship of unkindness, Tell justice of delay : And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie.
Seite 283 - Like rich men that take pleasure In hiding, more than handling, treasure. By absence this good means I gain, That I can catch her Where none can watch her, In some close corner of my brain; There I embrace and kiss her, And so I both enjoy and miss her.
Seite 287 - My Love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her : For every season she hath dressings fit, For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone.
Seite 247 - abroad was lated in the night, His wings were wet with ranging in the rain ; Harbour he sought, to me he took his flight, To dry his plumes : I heard the boy complain ; I oped the door, and granted his desire, I rose myself, and made the wag a fire.
Seite 272 - At whose command the waves obey ; To whom the rivers tribute pay, Down the high mountains sliding ; To whom the scaly nation yields Homage for the crystal fields Wherein they dwell ; And every sea-god pays a gem Yearly out of his watery cell, To deck great Neptune's diadem.
Seite 286 - Wheresoe'er you were, with you my love should go. Were you the earth, dear love, and I the skies, My love should shine on you like to the sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes, Till heaven waxed blind, and till the world were done.
Seite 332 - Shades did on each side enfold me, Dreadless, having thee for guide, Should I bide, For thy rod and staff uphold me. Thou my board with messes large Dost surcharge ; My bowls full of wine thou pourest, And before mine enemies' Envious eyes, Balm upon my head thou showerest. Neither dures thy bounteous grace For a space, But it knows nor bound nor measure ; So my days, to my life's end, Shall I spend In thy courts with heavenly pleasure.