"Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust"
"Where whenas death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew."
"My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for another given:"
"My Helice the lodestar of my life, Will shine again, and looke on me at last, With lovely light to cleare my cloudy grief. Till then I wander carefull comfortlesse, In secret sorrow and sad pensivenesse."
"Bright Star Bright star,would I were stedfast as thou art —— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching,with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient,sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fal"