And all for love, and nothing for reward |
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw |
Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteeme, / How I him loved, and love with all my might, / So thought I eke of him, and thinke I thought aright. |
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin |
For of the soul the body form doth take,
For soul is form, and doth the Body make. |
For take thy balance if thou be so wise And weigh the wind that under heaven doth blow; Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow. |
Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king |
Gold all is not that doth golden seem |
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place |
I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason |
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor |
O how can beautie maister the most strong, / And simple truth subdue avenging wrong? |
She heard with patience all unto the end, / And strove to maister sorrowful assay, / Which greater grew, the more she did contend; / And almost rent her tender hart in tway / And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay: / For greater love, the greater is the losse... |
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please |
The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame, / And glorious light of her sunshyny face / To tell, were as to strive against the streame. |