What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.

To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he is to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while you may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.

Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.