Painful love poems for her.



painful love poems for her

Then in the number let me pass untold, Though in thy store's account I one must be; For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:

painful love poems for her

I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

painful love poems for her

For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

painful love poems for her

This poem is about the power of Love.

painful love poems for her

How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made By looking on thee in the living day, When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!

painful love poems for her

Now will you give her all your love, Nor think the labour vain.

painful love poems for her

May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields.

painful love poems for her

Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make them born to our desire Than think that we before have heard them told.

painful love poems for her

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less:

painful love poems for her

Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort.



Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried.



Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired:



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And probably cry, too.



He knew that the prostrate creatures down by the wall were watching him and wished him gone.



That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!



Captain Sinico, of Leoville, Sydney Parade, husband of the deceased, also gave evidence.