 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 forgotten, • In folly ripe, in reason rotten, Thy belt of straw and ivy...  Poems by Sir Henry Wotton, Sir Walter Raleigh and Others - Pagina 120door Sir Henry Wotton - 1845 - 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 To come, to thee, and... | |
 | 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 To come to thee and... | |
 | 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, To come to thee, and... | |
 | Arthur Cayley - 1806 - 466 pagina’s
...sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses> Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Sooii break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw arid ivy buds, Thy coral cla,sps and amber studs ; All, these in me no means can move To come to thee... | |
 | 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 To come to thee, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pagina’s
...gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses, Thy cap, thy girdle, and thy posies ; Some break, some wither, some 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 To come to thee, and... | |
 | 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 To come to thee and be... | |
 | 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, To come to thee, and... | |
 | John Aikin - 1810 - 414 pagina’s
...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, To come to thee, and be thy love. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joy no date, nor... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1812 - 518 pagina’s
...thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, 15 In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw,...and amber studs ) All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love. 20 Hut could youth last, and love still bree"d, Had joyes no date,... | |
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