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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.

T is the will that makes the action good or ill.

We credit most our sight; one eye doth please
Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.

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.

Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.

Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt. Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

Our life is short, and our days run, As fast away as does the sun

Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.

Hast thou attempted greatnesse? Then go on; Back-turning slackens resolution.

When words we want, love teacheth to indite;
And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.

Who after his transgression doth repent, Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.

Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.

Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; live to-day.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

Well I sup and well I dine,
When I drink my frolic wine.

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may ...

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

Wealth cannot make a life, but Love.

Whatever comes, let's be content withal; Among God's blessings there is not one small.

Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace.

In sober mornings do not thou rehearse
The holy incantation of a verse

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.

Our present tears here, not our present laughter
Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.

I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

Let's live with that small pittance which we have; Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.

When the tempter me pursueth
With the sins of all my youth,
And half damns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is

If little labour, little are our gains:
Man's fortunes are according to his pains.

Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.

He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.

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.

Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.

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.

Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

Necessity makes dastards valiant men.

It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

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.

Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.

No pains. No gains

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Love is a circle that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of love.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known
Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

No, not Jove
Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.

Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon.

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine

Here we are all, by day; by night, we're hurled
By dreams, each one, into a several world.

Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend
Him, as He is, is labour without end.

Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.

That age is best which is the first
When youth and blood are warmer.

When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.

Go to your banquet then, but use delight
So as to rise still with an appetite.

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

The readiness of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse.

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.

In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall,
Short lot, or not, to be content with all.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.