Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem,Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield:The worth of all men by their end esteem,And then praise, or due reproach them yield.

Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,For that your self ye daily such doe see:But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me.For all the...

For love is a celestial harmonyOf likely hearts compos’d of stars’ concent,Which join together in sweet sympathy,To work each other’s joy and true content,Which they have harbour’d since their first descentOut of their heavenly bowers,...

So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That...

Why then should witless man so much misweeneThat nothing is but that which he hath seene?

Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,All as I were through the body gryde.My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,As doen high Towers...

Aye me, how many perils do enfoldThe righteous man, to make him daily fall?Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold,And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.

One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the StrandOne day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide and...

But O the exceeding graceOf highest God, that loves his creatures so,And all his works with mercy doth embrace,That blessed angels, he sends to and fro,To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.

My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To FireMy love is like to ice, and I to fire;How comes it then that this her cold so greatIs not dissolv’d through my so hot desire,But...