My Love Is Like To Ice
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat
Nto his mother straight he weeping came,and of his griefe complayned:
Who could not chose but laugh at his fond game,though sad to see him pained
Think now (quod she) my sonne how great the smartof those whom thou dost wound:
Full m...
HE fell away in her first ages spring,
Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde,
And whil'st her braunch faire blossomes foorth did bring,
She fell away against all course of kinde
LM was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair; When I (whom sullen care, Through discontent of my long fruitless stay I...
Ell me ye merchants daughters did ye
So fayre a creature in your towne before,
So sweet, so louely, and so mild as she,
Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store,
Most glorious Lord of life
that on this
Didst make thy triumph over death and sin,
And having harrowed hell, didst bring
ST glorious Lord of Lyfe
that, on this day,
Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;
And, having harrowd hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win:
Pen the temple gates vnto my loue,
Open them wide that she may enter in,
And all the postes adorne as doth behoue,
And all the pillours deck with girlands trim,
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey
"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain assay, A mortal thing ...
Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne: Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes, That even the greatest did not greatly scorne To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes, But joyed in theyr prayse<...
When I bethink me on that speech whilere,
Of Mutability, and well it weigh:
Me seems,that though she all unworthy
Of the Heav'ns Rule; yet very sooth to say,
Ing ye the bels, ye yong men of the towne,
And leaue your wonted labors for this day:
This day is holy; doe ye write it dovvne,that ye for euer it remember may
This day the sunne is in his chiefest hight,