6 quotes
I care not for these ladies,
That must be wooed and prayed;
Give me kind Amaryllis,
The wanton country maid.
Nature art disdaineth;
Her beauty is her own.
A Book of Ayres (1601)
Follow your Saint, follow with accents sweet;
Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.
A Book of Ayres (1601)
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow,
Though thou be black as night,
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
A Book of Ayres (1601)
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)
Lost is our freedom,
When we submit to women so:
Why do we need them,
When in their best they work our woe?
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)
White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest.
A Book of Ayres (1601)