I wonder by my troth, what thou, and IDid, till we loved? were we not wean’d till then?But suck’d on countrey pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?T’was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.If any beauty I did see,Which I desir’d and got,...
Sweetest luve, I do not goe,For wearinesse of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter Love for me;But since that IMust dye at last, ’tis best,To use myself in jestThus by fain’d deaths to dye; Yesternight the Sunne went hence,And yet is here to day,He hath no...