The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having prayed together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a Spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you or any thing.
‘To Daffodils’
If any thing delight me for to print
My book, ’tis this; that Thou, my God, art in’t.
‘To God’
He loves his bonds, who when the first are broke,
Submits his neck unto a second yoke.
‘To Love’
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
‘To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time’
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
‘To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time’
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!
‘Upon Julia’s Clothes’
So smooth, so sweet, so silvery is thy voice,
As, could they hear, the damned would make no noise,
But listen to thee (walking in thy chamber)
Melting melodious words, to lutes of amber.
‘Upon Julia’s Voice’
To work a wonder, God would have her shown,