Emotions and Feelings

I got me flowers to strew Thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree: But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought’st Thy sweets along with Thee.

Was ever grief like mine?

Wit’s an unruly engine, wildly striking Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer.

By all means use sometimes to be alone.

What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that everyone from whence they came, Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolv’d to live a fool, the rest Of his dull life.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.

But keep the wolf far thence, that’s foe to men, For with his nails he’ll dig them up again.

Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; But seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.

All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy.

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. 2 The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove’s nectar sup, I would not change for thine.

Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you.

Nor shall our cups make any guilty men: But, at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.

Nor shall our cups make any guilty men: But, at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy! My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy.

Come my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He at length our good will sever. Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns that set may rise again, But if once we lose this light, ’Tis with us perpetual night.

Oh, I could still (Like melting snow upon some craggy hill) Drop, drop, drop, drop, Since nature’s pride is, now, a wither’d daffodil.

True happiness Consists not in the multitude of friends, But in the worth and choice.

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.

Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys.

Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys.

Ah cannot we As well as cocks and lions jocund be, After such pleasures?

I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.