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Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.
Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent.
Let's live with that small pittance which we have; Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt. Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
When words we want, love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; The morrow's life too late is; live to-day.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green
Our present tears here, not our present laughter Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.
Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.
Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.
Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon.
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.
I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die
When the tempter me pursueth With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction.
For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine, As my small cruse best fits my little wine.
Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are; I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.