Followe thy faire sunne, unhappy shadowe, Though thou be blacke as night,... And she made all of light, Yet follow thy faire sun, unhappie shadowe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet; Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.... There, wrapped in cloud of sorrow, pity move, And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The fairy queen Bids you increase that loving humour more.... They that have not yet fed On delight amorous, She vows that they shall lead Apes in Avernus.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hark, all you ladies that do sleep! The fairy queen... Bids you awake, and pity them that weep. You may do in the dark What the day doth forbid. Fear not the dogs that bark; Night will have all hid.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I care not for these ladies, That must be wooed and prayed;... Give me kind Amaryllis, The wanton country maid. Nature art disdaineth; Her beauty is her own.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jack and Joan they think no ill, But loving live, and merry still;... Do their week-days' work, and pray Devoutly on the holy day; Skip and trip it on the green, And help to choose the Summer Queen;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now you courtly dames and knights, That study only strange delights,... Though you scorn the home-spun gray And revel in your rich array; Though your tongues dissemble deep And can your heads from danger keep: Yet for all your pomp and train, Securer lives the silly swain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »