Together, Perfected
Therefore I’ll lie with love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother’d be.
–The Passionate Pilgrim

Therefore I’ll lie with love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother’d be.
–The Passionate Pilgrim

I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, If I had self-applied
Love to myself and to no love beside.
–A Lover’s Complaint

Before I know myself, seek not to know me.
–Venus and Adonis

He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep;
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
–The Passionate Pilgrim

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
a flower that dies when first it ‘gins to bud.
— The Passionate Pilgrim

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
–Venus and Adonis

O, love’s best habit is a soothing tongue.
–The Passionate Pilgrim