Poems

Love Compared To A Game Of Tables Love is a game at tables where the dye Of mayds affections doth by fancie fly: If once you […]

Melancholly Hence, hence, all you vaine delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: Ther’s nought in this life sweete, If men […]

O When Will Cupid Shew Such Arte O when will Cupid shew such arte To strike two lovers with one darte? I’m ice to him or […]

Of Death & Resurrection Like to the rowling of an eye, Or like a starre shott from the skye, Or like a hand upon a clock, […]

On A Dissembler Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because their open hart […]

On A Friends Absence Come, come, I faint: thy heavy stay Doubles each houre of the day: The winged hast of nimble love Makes aged Time […]

On A Gentlewoman That Had Had The Small Poxe A Beauty smoother than the Ivory playne Late by the Poxe injuriously was slayne: Twas not the […]

On A Gentlewoman That Sung And Play’d Upon A Lute Be silent you still musique of the Sphears, And every sense make haste to be all […]

On A Gentlewoman’s Blistred Lipp Hide not that sprouting lipp, nor kill The juicy bloome with bashfull skill: Know it is an amorous dewe That swells […]

On A Gentlewoman’s Watch That Wanted A Key Thou pretty heav’n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that […]