The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Made us nobly wild, not mad.
‘An Ode for him [Ben Jonson]’
And yet each verse of thine
Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
‘An Ode for him [Ben Jonson]’
Fain would I kiss my Julia’s dainty leg,
Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
‘On Julia’s Legs’
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My self now live: this age best pleaseth me.
‘The Present Time Best Pleaseth’
But, for Man’s fault, then was the thorn,
Without the fragrant rose-bud, born;
But ne’er the rose without the thorn.
‘The Rose’
A little saint best fits a little shrine,
A little prop best fits a little vine,
As my small cruse best fits my little wine.
‘A Ternary of Littles, upon a Pipkin of Jelly sent to a Lady’
For my Embalming (Sweetest) there will be
No Spices wanting, when I’m laid by thee.
‘To Anthea: Now is the Time’
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be:
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
‘To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything’
Bid me despair, and I’ll despair,
Under that cypress tree:
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E’en Death, to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me:
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.
‘To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything’
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon.