Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.

France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.

When I saw her I as undone.

When I saw her I as undone.

By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is
past, see how that which is read more

By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is
past, see how that which is to come will be drawne on.

I shall speak facts; but some will say I deal in fiction.

I shall speak facts; but some will say I deal in fiction.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

Which of these two is the greater fool?

Which of these two is the greater fool?

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.