Category: Love

  • November 21

    November 21

    What’s new to speak, what new to register,
    That may express my love or thy dear merit?
    Nothing, sweet… but yet, like prayers divine,
    I must, each day say o’er the very same.

  • November 3

    November 3

    At first I did adore a twinkling star,
    But now I worship a celestial sun.

  • October 21

    October 21

    I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
    The imaginary relish is so sweet
    That it enchants my sense.

  • October 11

    October 11

    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

  • October 6

    October 6

    My love as it begins shall so persevere.

  • October 5

    October 5

    O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
    And you and love are still my argument.

  • September 28

    September 28

    What we changed
    Was innocence for innocence. We knew not
    The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed
    That any did.