A Place for Zinnias

O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means ...

  Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made my self a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is mo...

Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made my self a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dea...

 O! never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify, As easy might I from my self depart As from my soul whic...

What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to speak, what now to register,...

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed...

When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies de...

Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ...

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, ...

Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare is of more worth Than when it ha...

My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love is merchandized, whose rich es...

O truant Muse what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty on my love depends; So dost thou too, ...

Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st thou thy fury on some wor...

The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purpl...

 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That ...

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What o...

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 ...

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O! in wha...

They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unm...

So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to me, though altered new; Thy loo...