If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you s...
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the...
O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
