Say, mighty love, and teach my song
Send home my long stray'd eyes to me
Shall I, wasting in despaire
She can be as wise as we
She is not fair to outward view
She's somewhere in the sunlight strong
She was not as pretty as women I know
Stone walls do not a prison make
Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind
The air which thy smooth voice doth break
The bee to the heather
The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake
The lark above our heads doth know
The lark now leaves his wat'ry nest
The Maid I love ne'er thought of me
The yellow moon is a dancing phantom
The young moon is white
There be none of beauty's daughters
There is a garden where lilies
There is no friend like an old friend
Though cruel fate should bid us part
Thou hast beauty bright and fair
Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air
'Tis not your beauty can engage
Traverse not the globe for lore!
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward
Unless with my Amanda blest