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Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love’s philosophy.
Poems (1633)
I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite.
Poems (1633)
But I do nothing upon my self, and yet I am mine own Executioner.
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624)
Weakness invites, but silence feasts oppression.
Few are good for much; the conceits have not even the merit of being intelligible: it would perhaps be difficult to select three passages that we should care to read again.
Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,
To taste whole joys.
Poems (1633)
So, if I dream I have you, I have you,
For, all our joys are but fantastical.
Poems (1633)
I have done one braver thing
Than all the Worthies did;
And yet a braver thence doth spring,
Which is to keep that hid.
Poems (1633)
She, she is dead; she’s dead; when thou know’st this,
Thou know’st how dry a cinder this world is.
To roam
Giddily and be everywhere, but at home,
Such freedom doth a banishment become.
Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say?
Poems (1633)
Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee,
Only in this, that you both painted be.
Poems (1633)
Shall I leave all this constant company,
And follow headlong, wild uncertain thee?
Poems (1633)
Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment.
La Corona (1609)
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
Poems (1633)
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
Poems (1633)
Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone.
Poems (1633)
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
Poems (1633)
If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all.
Poems (1633)
For I had rather owner be
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
Poems (1633)