• A Fancy

    Hee that his mirth hath loste,
    Whose comfort is dismaid,
    Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned,
    Whose trust is all betraid,... more »

  • A Lady Forsaken Complayneth

    If pleasures be in painfulness, in pleasures doth my body rest,
    If joyes accord with carefulness, a joyful hart is in my brest:
    If prison strong be liberty, in liberty long have I been,
    If joyes accord with misery, who can compare a lyfe to myne:... more »

  • Coridon To His Phillis

    Alas my hart, mine eye hath wrongèd thee,
    Presumptious eye, to gaze on Phillis face:
    Whose heavenly eye no mortall man may see
    But he must die, or purchase Phillis grace.... more »

  • I Would And I Would Not

    I woulde it were not as it is
    Or that I cared not yea or no;
    I woulde I thoughte it not amiss,
    Or that amiss mighte blamles goo;... more »

  • Love-Contradictions

    As rare to heare as seldome to be seene,
    It cannot be nor never yet hathe bene
    That fire should burne with perfecte heate and flame
    Without some matter for to yealde the same.... more »

  • Love-Despondency

    Devyde my tymes and rate my wretched howres
    From days to months, fro months to many yeers,
    And than compare my sweetest to my sowres then
    And see wich more in equall vewe appeares;... more »

  • My Mind To Me A Kingdom Is

    My mind to me a kingdom is;
    Such perfect joy therein I find
    That it excels all other bliss
    Which God or nature hath assign'd.... more »

  • The Faire Amarillis

    Amarillis was full fayre:
    The goodlyest mayde was she
    From the east unto the west
    That heaven's eye could se.... more »

  • The Lowest Trees Have Tops

    The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
    The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat,
    And slender hairs cast shadows though but small,
    And bees have stings although they be not great.... more »

  • The Man Of Woe

    The mann whose thoughtes agaynste him do conspyre,
    One whom Mishapp her storye dothe depaynt,
    The mann of woe, the matter of desier,
    Free of the dead, that lives in endles plaint,... more »

  • The Shepherd's Conceit Of Prometheus

    Prometheus when firste frome heaven hye
    He broughte downe fyre, 'ere then on earthe not seene,
    Fond of Delight, a Satyre standing bye
    Gaue it a kyss, as it lyke Sweete had bene.... more »

  • To Phillis The Faire Sheeperdesse

    My Phillis hath the morninge Sunne,
    at first to looke upon her:
    And Phillis hath morne-waking birds,
    her risinge still to honour.... more »