Occupation: Poet Birth: September 1, 1611 Death: November 29, 1643
There are two births: the one when light, First strikes the new awakened sense; The other when two souls unite, And we must count our life from thenc….
Those who are the hardest for me to love are probably those who need my love the most..
Love makes those young whom age doth chill, And whom he finds young, keeps still..
Fancy can save or kill; it hath clos'd up Wounds when the balsam could not, and without The aid of salves:--to think hath been a cure. For witchcraft….
Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the w….
Brave spirits are a balsam to themselves, There is a nobleness of mind that heals Wounds beyond salves..
The fool inherits, but the wise must get..