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Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine,
'V. Alexander, Earl of Sterline
I saw my Lady weep,
Her face was full of woe,
Sorrow was there made fair,
She made her sighs to sing,
O fairer than aught else
Tears kill the heart, believe.
TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no! it is an ever-fixéd mark That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom :If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.
Sir P. Sidney
She is to me
else besides have art to read :
No looks proceed
LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Whereso'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 wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you.
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming ?
That can sing both high and low ;
Every wise man's son doth know.
What's to come is still unsure :
AN HONEST AUTOLYCUS Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new,
Good penny-worths, - but money cannot move :
A beggar may be liberal of love.
The heart is true.
My trifles come as treasures from my mind ; it is a precious jewel to be plain ;
Sometimes in shell the orient'st pearls we find :Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain !
Of me a grain !
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail ;
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
That time of year thou may'st in me behold