His golden locks time hath to silver turned; O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!... His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing. Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love are roots, and ever green.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My love is fair, my love is gay, As fresh as bin the flowers in May... And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay, Concludes with Cupid's curse,-- 'They that do change old love for new Pray gods they change for worse!'LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And as my wit doth best devise, Love's dwelling is in ladies' eyes,... From whence do glance love's piercing darts, That make such holes into our hearts; And all the world herein accord, Love is a great and mighty lord;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When as the rye reach to the chin, And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,... Strawberries swimming in the cream, And school-boys playing in the stream;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head;... And every hair a sheave shall be, And every sheave a golden tree.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »