Tag: Poems

  • June 28

    June 28

    What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d:
    Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
    Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

  • May 17

    May 17

    O, learn to love; the lesson is but plain,
    And once made perfect, never lost again.

  • May 13

    May 13

    O, my love, my love is young!
    Age, I do defy thee.

  • April 8

    April 8

    Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

  • April 7

    April 7

    O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
    In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
    For thou art all, and all things else are thine.

  • April 4

    April 4

    My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
    Thy grace being gain’d cures all disgrace in me.

  • March 14

    March 14

    There shall not be one minute in an hour
    Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love’s flower.