Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread; For Love is dead— All love is dead, infected With plague of deep disdain; Worth, as nought worth, rejected, And Faith fair scorn doth gain
From so ungrateful fancy, From such a female franzy,...
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain;
O Lord in me there lieth nought But to thy search revealed lies; For when I sit Thou markest it: Nor less thou notest when I rise:
Yea, closest closet of my thought Hath open windows to thine eyes
Thou walkest with me when I walk; When t...
Clothed with state, and girt with might,
Monarch-like Jehovah reigns,
He who earth's foundation pight — Pight at first, and yet sustains;
He whose stable throne
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me:
I rather wish'd thee climb the Muses' hill,
Or reach the fruit of Nature's choicest tree,
Or seek heav'n's course, or heav'n's inside ...
The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,
While late-bare Earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making; And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expres...
Who hath his fancy pleased With fruits of happy sight,
Let here his eyes be raised On Nature's sweetest light;
A light which doth dissever And yet unite the eyes,
A light which, dying never, Is cause the looker dies
Leave me,
O Love, which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust; Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings
Draw in thy beams and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke ...
The heavenly frame sets forth the fame Of him that only thunders;
The firmament, so strangely bent,
Shows his handworking wonders
Day unto day doth it display,
"Who is it that this dark
Underneath my window plaineth
"'It is one who from thy
Being, ah
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n
The Lord, the Lord, my Shepherd is,
And so can never
Taste misery:
He rests me in green pastures His: