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It is not Love which you poore fooles do deeme,That doth appeare by fond and outward showesOf kissing, toying, or ...
Mary Wroth Poems on Love (65 Poems)
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Fly hence O Joy, noe longer heere abide,Too great thy pleasures are for my despaireTo looke on, losses now must ...
25 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Like to the Indians scorched with the Sunne,The Sunne which they doe as their God adore:So am I us'd by ...
Sonnet I (Mary Wroth Poems)
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sides while the way I misse:If to the right ...
Sonnet VIII (Mary Wroth Poems)
He that shuns Love, doth love himselfe the lesse,And cursed he whose spirit, not admiresThe worth of Love, where endlesse ...
26 (Mary Wroth Poems)
When every one to pleasing pastime hiesSome hunt, some hawke, some play, while some delightIn sweet discourse, and musicke shewes ...
8 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Love leave to urge, thou knowest thou hast the hand'Tis Cowardize to strive where none resist,Pray thee leave off, I ...
97 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Juno still jealous of her husband Jove,Descended from above, on earth to try,Whether she there could find his chosen Love,Which ...
30 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Deare cherish this, and with it my soules will,Nor for it ran away doe it abuse:Alas it left (poore me) ...
56 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Let griefe as farre be from your dearest breastAs I doe wish, or in my hands to ease;Then should it ...
47 (Mary Wroth Poems)
You blessed Starres, which doe Heaven's glory show,And at your brightnesse make our eyes admire:Yet envy not, though I on ...
Sonnet IX (Mary Wroth Poems)
But where they may returne with Honor's grace,Where Venus follies can no harbour winne,But chased are, as worthlesse of the ...
[My Muse now happy lay thy selfe to rest,] (Mary Wroth Poems)
My Muse now happy lay thy selfe to rest,Sleepe in the quiet of a faithfull love,Write you no more, but ...
Sonnet XIII (Mary Wroth Poems)
Free from all foggs, but shining faire, and cleare,Wise in all good, and innocent in ill,Where holly friendship is esteemed ...
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How fast thou fliest, O time, on loves swift wings,To hopes of joy, that flatters our desire:Which to a Lover ...
Sonnet VI (Mary Wroth Poems)
He may our Prophett, and our Tutor proove,In whom alone we doe this power finde,To joine two hearts as in ...
19 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sweet shades, why doe you seeke to giwe delightTo me, who deeme delight in this wilde place:But torment, sorrow, and ...
34 (Mary Wroth Poems)
You blessed shades, which give me silent rest,Witnes but this when death hath clos'd mine eyes,And separated me from earthly ...
53 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Love thou hast all, for now thou hast me madeSo thine, as if for thee I were ordain'd,Then take thy ...
35 (Song 5) (Mary Wroth Poems)
Time only cause of my unrest,By whom I hop'd once to be blest,How cruell art thou turn'd?That first gau'st lyfe ...
55 (Mary Wroth Poems)
How like a fire doth love increase in me!The longer that it lasts the stronger still;The greater, purer, brighter; and ...
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If ever love had force in humane brest,If ever he could move in pensive heart:Or if that he such powre ...
43 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Night, welcome art thou to my minde distrest,Darke, heavy, sad, yet not more sad then I:Never could'st thou find fitter ...
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Deare famish not what you your selfe gave food,Destroy not what your glory is to save:Kill not that soule to ...
27 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Once did I heare an aged father sayUnto his sonne, who with attention hearesWhat Age and wise experience ever clearesFrom ...
Sonnet XIV (Mary Wroth Poems)
Except my heart, which you bestow'd before,And for a signe of Conquest gave awayAs worthlesse to be kept in your ...
12 (Mary Wroth Poems)
You endlesse torments that my rest opresse,How long will you delight in my sad paine?Will never Love your favour more ...
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Love like a Jugler, comes to play his prize,And all mindes draw his wonders to admire,To see how cunningly he ...
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After long trouble in a tedious way,Of Loves unrest, laid downe to ease my paine,Hoping for rest, new torments I ...
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How many nights haue I with paine endur'd?Which as so many Ages I esteem'd,Since my misfortune, yet noe whit redeem'dBut ...