Sir Walter Raleigh

Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:

NG not, sweet empress of my heart, The merit of true passion,
With thinking that he feels no smart, That sues for no compassion
Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know, May...

Nature, that washed her hands in milk,
And had forgot to dry them,
Instead of earth took snow and silk,
At love's request to try them,

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love

Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due propriety
Guard well your hands: two things have been Unfitly used by some; The trencher for a tambourine, The table for a drum
We could...

Now Serena be not coy,
Since we freely may enjoy Sweet embraces, such delights,
As will shorten tedious nights
Think that beauty will not stay With you always, but away,

To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session,     His kids were his delight, and physics his profession;     Now Griggs, grown old and glum, and less intent on knowledge,     Physics himself at home, and sends his kids to college