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 where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That both doth shine and give us...Learn More

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies !   How silently, and with how wan a face !   What, may it be that even in heavenly place   That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, if that long with love-acquainted eyes   Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case;   I read it in thy looks; thy languisht grace   To me that feel the...Learn More

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me and him in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loves my heart for once it was his own; I cherish his because in me it bides. His heart...Learn More