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Page 41 - I WONDER, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers
Page 117 - And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and th'earth, and no man's wit Can well direct him where to look for it.
Page 143 - Divorce mee, untie, or breake that knot againe, Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I Except you enthrall mee, never shall be free, Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.
Page 93 - I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endure Vicissitude, and season, as the grasse; Me thinkes I lyed all winter, when I swore, My love was infinite, if spring make'it more.
Page 43 - Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, Call countrey ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme, Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time.
Page 95 - So must pure lovers' souls descend To affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great prince in prison lies.
Page 156 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Page 41 - Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.