The text of the poems with appendixes

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Clarendon Press, 1912
 

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Página 45 - If I were any beast, Some ends, some means; yea plants, yea stones detest, And love; all, all some properties invest; If I an ordinary nothing were, As shadow, a light, and body must be here.
Página 11 - Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, Call countrey ants to harvest offices ; Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme, Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time.
Página 34 - As princes doe in times of action get New taxes, and remit them not in peace, No winter shall abate the springs encrease.
Página 7 - Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine...
Página 12 - In that the world's contracted thus; Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.
Página 24 - But souls where nothing dwells but love (All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove This or a love increased there above, When bodies to their graves...
Página 47 - I need not their light, having thee. Let others freeze with angling reeds, And cut their legs with shells and weeds, Or treacherously poor fish beset With strangling snare, or windowy net.
Página 336 - Scarce in a yeare their naturall forme obey: Pleasure or businesse, so, our Soules admit For their first mover, and are whirld by it. Hence is't, that I am carryed towards the West This day, when my Soules forme bends toward the East.
Página 38 - On a round ball A workeman that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia, And quickly make that, which was nothing, All, So doth each teare ; Which thee doth weare, A globe, yea world by that impression grow, Till thy teares mixt with mine doe overflow This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
Página 7 - I WONDER, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den? . . 'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which...

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