If Cynthia be a queen, a princess, and supreme, …
Sir Walter Raleigh
Fortune hath taken thee away, my love, …
Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, …
Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, …
As you came from the holy land …
Nature, that washed her hands in milk, …
Before the sixth day of the next new year, …
Prais’d be Diana’s fair and harmless light; …
Go, soul, the body’s guest, …
If all the world and love were young, …
Give me my scallop shell of quiet, …