Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.