George Wither

(11 June 1588 – 2 May 1667 / Bentworth, Hampshire)

George Wither Poems

1. The Muse 4/16/2010
2. Tobacco 4/16/2010
3. The Prayer Of Habakuk 10/25/2014
4. For Seasonable Weather 10/25/2014
5. From 'The Motto' 10/25/2014
6. Psalm Lvii 10/25/2014
7. Sonnet: Philarete 10/25/2014
8. The Lamentation Of David Over Saul And Jonathan His Son 10/25/2014
9. St. Peter's Day 10/25/2014
10. The Virtuous Man 4/16/2010
11. Veil, Lord, Mine Eyes Till She Be Past 1/1/2004
12. The Steadfast Shepherd 1/3/2003
13. Time Is A Fading-Flowre, That's Found 1/1/2004
14. The Lover's Resolution 1/4/2003
15. The Marigold 1/3/2003
16. The Manly Heart 1/1/2004
17. The Lord Is King 4/16/2010
18. Change 4/16/2010
19. The Contented Man's Morice 4/16/2010
20. Psalm Cxlviii 4/16/2010
21. Sonnet: On The Death Of Prince Henry 4/16/2010
22. Sonnet 5 - I Wandered Out A While Agone, 4/16/2010
23. Amarillis I Did Woo 4/16/2010
24. Song I 4/16/2010
25. Prelude 4/16/2010
26. Rhomboidal Dirge 4/16/2010
27. Lord! When Those Glorious Lights I See 4/16/2010
28. A Rocking Hymn 4/16/2010
29. Lilies Without, Lilies Within 4/16/2010
30. Song Ii 4/16/2010
31. From A Satire Written To King James I 4/16/2010
32. A Poet's Home 4/16/2010
33. For Anniversary Marriage-Days 4/16/2010
34. Sonnet: On A Stolen Kiss 4/16/2010
35. A Sonnet Upon A Stolen Kiss 4/16/2010
36. Her Beauty 4/16/2010
37. A Widow's Hymn 1/3/2003
38. The Choice 1/3/2003
39. I Loved A Lass 1/3/2003
40. A Christmas Carol 1/3/2003
Best Poem of George Wither

Shall I Wasting In Despair

Shall I wasting in despair
Die because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flow'ry meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?

Shall my heart be griev'd or pin'd
'Cause I see a woman kind?
Or a well-disposed nature
Joined with a lovely feature?
Be she meeker, kinder, than
Turtle dove or pelican,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how kind she be?

Shall a woman's virtues move
Me to perish for her love?
Or her well-deserving ...

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A Christmas Carol

So now is come our joyful'st feast,
Let every man be jolly.
Each room with ivy leaves is drest,
And every post with holly.
Though some churls at our mirth repine,
Round your foreheads garlands twine,
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
And let us all be merry.

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