Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.

Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.

O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.