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False world, good night! since thou hast brought / That hour upon my morn of age; …
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It is not growing like a tree / In bulk, doth make man better be; …
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It was a beauty that I saw,— / So pure, so perfect, as the frame …
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Though beauty be the mark of praise, / And yours of whom I sing be such …
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[Wither’s Song, or “Sonnet,” appeared first in his “Fidelia” in 1615, and later with some changes in “Fair Virtue,” 1622. Jonson’s parody, here given, came out in a Collection of Verses, in 1620.] …
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From “The Vision of Delight” / BREAK, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud, …
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From “Epicœne; or, the Silent Woman,” Act I. Sc. 1. / STILL to be neat, still to be drest, …
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IT is not growing like a tree / In bulk, doth make man better be; …
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See the chariot at hand here of Love, / Wherein my lady rideth! …
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Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, / Now the sun is laid to sleep, …
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Wouldst thou hear what Man can say / In a little? Reader, stay. …
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Weep with me, all you that read / This little story; …
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This figure, 1 that thou here seest put, / It was for gentle Shakespeare cut; …
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Still to be neat, still to be drest, / As you were going to a feast; …
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Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, / And I will pledge with mine; …
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Still to be neat, still to be drest, / As you were going to a feast; …
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Consider this small dust, here in the glass, / By atoms moved: …
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High-spirited friend, / I send nor balms nor cor'sives to your wound: …
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Follow a shadow, it still flies you; / Seem to fly it, it will pursue: …
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See the Chariot at hand here of Love, / Wherein my Lady rideth! …
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Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, / And I will pledge with mine; …
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To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, / Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; …
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See the chariot at hand here of Love! / Wherein my lady rideth! …
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From the Greek of Philostratus / From “The Forest” …
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O, Do not wanton with those eyes, / Lest I be sick with seeing; …