Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white to make up my delight,... no odd becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces; Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of Love, for her I Court I ask no more, 'Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Oh for some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post... Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know Whether the nobler chaplets wear Those that their mistress' scorn did bear, Or those that were used kindly.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thus while I sit and sigh the day With all his borrow'd lights away,... Till night's black wings do overtake me, Thinking on thee, thy beauties then, As sudden lights do sleepy men, So they by their bright rays awake me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »