Thou art to all lost love the best,
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest
And left of love, are crown'd.
Thou art to all lost love the best,
The only true plant found,
Wherewith young men and maids distrest
And left of love, are crown'd.
Now since my love is tongueless, know me such,
Who speak but little, 'cause I love so much.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
I'll leave thee, and to Pansies come:
Comforts you'll afford me some:
You can ease my heart, and do
What Love could ne'er be brought unto.
As Love shall help me, I admire
How thou canst sit and smile
To see me bleed, and not desire
To staunch the blood the while.
When I love, as some have told
Love I shall, when I am old,
O ye Graces!
So when love speechless is, she doth express
A depth in love, and that depth bottomless.
Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.
Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart Ill give to thee.
He knows not love that hath not this truth proved,
Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.
Love, gifts will send ye.
My dearest Love, since thou wilt go,
And leave me here behind thee;
For love or pity, let me know
The place where I may find thee.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
I will whisper to your ears,--
The sweets of love are mixt with tears.
And have deserved as much, Love knows,
As to be canonized 'mongst those
Whose deeds and deaths here written are
Within your Greeny-kalendar.
When words we want, Love teacheth to indite;
And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
No, no, I'll be
In fetters free;
While others they sit wringing
Their hands for pain,
I'll entertain
The wounds of love with singing.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories