Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire,
And some do drink, and some do dance,
Some ring,
...
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse
Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse;
Whose every work of thy most early wit
...
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
...
Here lies, to each her parents' ruth,
Mary, the daughter of their youth;
Yet all heaven's gifts being heaven's due,
...
It is usual
for people in this country
(out of pretended respect
but rather from an impertinent curiosity)
...
It is not growing like a tree
in bulk, doth make Man better be;
or standing long an oak three hundred year,
...
I now think love is rather deaf, than blind,
For else it could not be,
That she,
Whom I adore so much, should so slight me,
...
I that have been a lover, and could show it,
Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb,
Since I exscribe your sonnets, am become
...
Why Gentlemen, doe you know what you doe? ha!
Would you ha'kept me out? Christmas, old Christmas?
Christmas of London, and Captaine Christmas?
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Hear me, O God!
A broken heart
Is my best part.
Use still thy rod,
...