 The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields : A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon...  Poems - Pagina 128door Sir Henry Wotton - 1815 - 136 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 456 pagina’s
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 pagina’s
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cup, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 756 pagina’s
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies : Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move,... | |
 | 1808 - 506 pagina’s
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses. Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten—- In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 pagina’s
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy (owns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cup, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | John Aikin - 1810 - 386 pagina’s
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move,... | |
 | William Barker Daniel - 1813 - 568 pagina’s
...Spring, but Sorrow's Fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy Kirtle, and thy Posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In Folly ripe, in Reason rotten. Thy belt of Straw, and ivy Buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move,... | |
 | Francis Wrangham - 1816 - 616 pagina’s
...with me, and be my love.* Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pagina’s
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed» of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy bell of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber stud?, ELEGANT EXTRACTS, All these to... | |
 | Francis Wrangham - 1816 - 624 pagina’s
...me, and be my lore«' Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
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