• Sonnet Xxxiii.
    full many a glorious morning have I seen
    Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
    Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
    Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
    Anon permit the basest clouds to ride,
    With ugly rack on his celestial face,
    And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
    Stealing unseen to...

  •    [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.]

    SHALL I mine affections slack,
    ’Cause I see a woman’s Black?
    Or myself, with care cast down,
    ’Cause I see a woman Brown?
    Be She blacker than the night,...

  • Never love unless you can
    Bear with all the faults of man!
    Men sometimes will jealous be
    Though but little cause they see,
    And hang the head as discontent,
    And speak what straight they will repent.

    Men, that but one Saint adore,
    Make a show of love to more;
    Beauty must be scorned in none,
    Though but truly served in one:...

  • My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
      By just exchange one to the other given:
    I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
      There never was a better bargain driven:
    My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

    His heart in me keeps him and me in one;
      My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
    He loves my heart, for once it...

  • Were I as base as is the lowly plain,
    And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,
    Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain
    Ascend to heaven, in honor of my Love.

    Were I as high as heaven above the plain,
    And you, my Love, as humble and as low
    As are the deepest bottoms of the main,
    Wheresoe’er you were, with you my love should go...

  • Sonnet Cxvi.
    let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments: love is not love,
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove;
    O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark,
    That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wandering bark,
    Whose worth ’s unknown, although his height be...

  • From “Julius Cæsar,” Act II. Sc. 1.
    Enter PORTIA.
      PORTIA.—                Brutus, my lord!
      BRUTUS.—Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
    It is not for your health thus to commit
    Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
      PORTIA.—Nor for yours neither. You ’ve ungently, Brutus,
    Stole from my bed; and yesternight, at supper,...

  • From “Epithalamion”
    *        *        *        *        *NOW is my love all ready forth to come:
    Let all the virgins therefore well awayt:
    And ye fresh boyes, that tend upon her groome,
    Prepare yourselves; for he is coming strayt.
    Set all your things in seemely good array,
    Fit for so joyfull day:
    The joyfulst day that ever sunne did see,...

  • From the French by Louise Stuart Costello

    FAREWELL! since vain is all my care,
      Far, in some desert rude,
    I ’ll hide my weakness, my despair:
      And, ’midst my solitude,
    I ’ll pray, that, should another move thee,
    He may as fondly, truly love thee.

    Adieu, bright eyes, that were my heaven!
      Adieu, soft cheek, where summer blooms...

  • TAKE, 1 O, take those lips away,
      That so sweetly were forsworn;
    And those eyes, like break of day,
      Lights that do mislead the morn;
    But my kisses bring again,
    Seals of love, but sealed in vain.

    Hide, O, hide those hills of snow
      Which thy frozen bosom bears,
    On whose tops the pinks that grow
      Are yet of those that...