Each must in virtue strive for to excel ; That man lives twice that lives the first life well
Hast thou attempted greatnesse? Then go on; Back-turning slackens resolution.
I dare not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile, lest having that, or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share of my desire shall be only to kiss that air that lately kissed thee.
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see that brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!
Out did the meate, out did the frolick wine.
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Thus let this Christal'd Lillie be a Rule, how far to teach, your nakednesse must reach: and that, no further, than we see those glaring colours laid by Arts wise hand, but to this end they sho'd obey a shade; lest they too far extend.
Welcome, maids of honor, you doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
A sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wantonness: a lawn about the shoulders thrown into a fine distraction: an erring lace, which here and there enthralls the crimson stomacher: a cuff neglectful, and thereby ribbands to flow confusedly: a winning wave (deserving note) in the tempestuous petticoat: a careless shoestring, in whose tie I see a wild civility: do more bewitch me than when art is too precise in every part.
Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
I dreamed this mortal part of mine was metamorphosed to a vine,
l saw a fly within a bead Of amber cleanly buried.
Night makes no difference 'twixt the Priest and Clerk; Joan as my Lady is as good i' th' dark.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
That happiness does still the longest thrive where joys and griefs have turns alternative.
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; new things succeed, as former things grow old.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Why doe ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears Speak griefe in you, Who were but borne Just as the modest morne Teemed her refreshing dew?
A winning wave, (deserving note.) In the tempestuous petticote, A careless shoe-string, in whose tye I see a wilde civility, ? Doe more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
Faire pledges of a fruitful tree Why do yee fall so fast? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile And go at last.