Give me more love, or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate. Give me a storm; if it be love, Like Danae in that golden shower,Read More →
No, no, fair heretic, it needs must be But an ill love in me, And worse for thee. For were it in my power, To love thee now this hour More than I did the last ; ‘Twould then so fall, I might not love at all. Love that canRead More →
GO, lovely Rose— Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that ‘s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no menRead More →
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold Or all the riches that the EastRead More →
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. YetRead More →
To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an enemy, In whom both beauties to my death agree, Joining themselves in fatal harmony; That while she with her eyes my heart does bind, She with her voice might captivate my mind. I could have fledRead More →
Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love youRead More →
A flower was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore. But I said “I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree”, And I passed the sweet flower o’er. Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree: To tend her by day and by night. But my Rose turn’d away with jealousy: AndRead More →
Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears Ah, she doth depart. Soon as she was gone from meRead More →
By the fierce flames of Love I’m in a sad taking, I’m singed like a pig that is hung up for bacon, My stomach is scorched like an over-done mutton-chop, That for want of gravy wont afford a single drop. Love, love, love is like a dizziness, Wont let aRead More →
