• Satire Ii

    Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hate
    Perfectly all this towne, yet there's one state
    In all ill things so excellently best,... more »

  • Satire Iii

    Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids
    Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids;
    I must not laugh, nor weep sins and be wise;
    Can railing, then, cure these worn maladies?... more »

  • Satire Iv

    Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin
    Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
    A purgatory, such as fear'd hell is
    A recreation and scant map of this.... more »

  • Satire V

    Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they
    Whom any pity warmes; He which did lay
    Rules to make Courtiers, (hee being understood... more »

  • Self-Love

    He that cannot choose but love,
    And strives against it still,
    Never shall my fancy move,
    For he loves 'gainst his will;... more »

  • Song

    Sweetest love, I do not go,
    For weariness of thee,
    Nor in hope the world can show
    A fitter love for me;... more »

  • Song: Go And Catch A Falling Star

    Go and catch a falling star,
    Get with child a mandrake root,
    Tell me where all past years are,
    Or who cleft the devil's foot,... more »

  • Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen

    Her of your name, whose fair inheritance
    Bethina was, and jointure Magdalo:
    An active faith so highly did advance,... more »

  • Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go

    Sweetest love, I do not go,
    For weariness of thee,
    Nor in hope the world can show
    A fitter love for me;... more »

  • Temple

    With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe,
    Joseph, turn back ; see where your child doth sit,
    Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit,... more »

  • That Time And Absence Proves Rather Helps Than Hurts To Loves

    ABSENCE, hear thou my protestation
       Against thy strength,
       Distance and length:
    Do what thou canst for alteration,... more »

  • The Anniversary

    ALL kings, and all their favourites,
    All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
    The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,... more »

  • The Annunciation And Passion

    TAMELY, frail body, abstain to-day ; to-day
    My soul eats twice, Christ hither and away.
    She sees Him man, so like God made in this,... more »

  • The Apparition

    When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead
    And that thou think'st thee free
    From all solicitation from me,
    Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,... more »

  • The Bait

    Come live with me, and be my love,
    And we will some new pleasures prove
    Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
    With silken lines, and silver hooks... more »

  • The Blossom

    LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower,
    Whom I've watch'd six or seven days,
    And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour... more »

  • The Broken Heart

    He is stark mad, who ever says,
    That he hath been in love an hour,
    Yet not that love so soon decays,
    But that it can ten in less space devour;... more »

  • The Calm

    Our storm is past, and that storm's tyrannous rage,
    A stupid calm, but nothing it, doth 'suage.
    The fable is inverted, and far more
    A block afflicts, now, than a stork before.... more »

  • The Canonization

    For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
    Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
    My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout,
    With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,... more »

  • The Computation

    For the first twenty years since yesterday
    I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;
    For forty more I fed on favors past,
    And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last.... more »

  • The Curse

    Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
    Who is my mistress, wither by this curse ;
    Him, only for his purse... more »

  • The Damp

    When I am dead, and doctors know not why,
    And my friends' curiosity
    Will have me cut up to survey each part,—
    When they shall find your picture in my heart,... more »

  • The Dissolution

    She's dead; and all which die
    To their first elements resolve;
    And we were mutual elements to us,
    And made of one another.... more »

  • The Dream

    Dear love, for nothing less than thee
    Would I have broke this happy dream;
    It was a theme
    For reason, much too strong for phantasy:... more »

  • The Ecstasy

    Where, like a pillow on a bed
    A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
    The violet's reclining head,
    Sat we two, one another's best.... more »