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Book: Elegies

  • Here take my picture; though I bid farewell
    Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell.
    20 lines
  • No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
    As I have seen in one autumnal face.
    50 lines
  • Although thy hand and faith, and good works too,
    Have seal'd thy love which nothing should undo,
    36 lines
  • COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe
    Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.
    76 lines
  • Image of her whom I love, more than she,
    Whose fair impression in my faithful heart
    26 lines, 1 comment
  • I SING no harm, good sooth, to any wight,
    To lord or fool, cuckold, beggar, or knight,
    71 lines
  • Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she
    Hath all things whereby others beautious be,
    56 lines
  • MADAM—
    That I might make your cabinet my tomb,
    17 lines
  • Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
    Until I labor, I in labor lie.
    48 lines
  • Whoever loves, if he do not propose
    The right true end of love, he's one that goes
    96 lines
  • TO make the doubt clear, that no woman's true,
    Was it my fate to prove it strong in you?
    70 lines
  • SINCE she must go, and I must mourn, come night,
    Environ me with darkness, whilst I write ;
    105 lines
  • Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die,
    And yet complain'st of his great jealousy;
    34 lines
  • Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descried
    My Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.
    32 lines
  • Once, and but once found in thy company,
    All thy supposed escapes are laid on me;
    72 lines
  • By our first strange and fatal interview,
    By all desires which thereof did ensue,
    56 lines
  • Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve
    Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve;
    46 lines
  • NOT that in colour it was like thy hair,
    For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear ;
    114 lines
  • Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love,
    And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove
    30 lines
  • Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,
    And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?
    46 lines
  • As the sweet sweat of roses in a still,
    As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill,
    54 lines
  • THE heavens rejoice in motion ; why should I
    Abjure my so much loved variety,
    83 lines

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