Author: Sir Walter Raleigh

Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell? It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell; […]

The Artist and his Luckless Wife They lead a horrid haunted life, Surrounded by the things he’s made That are […]

Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies, A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all […]

VERSE I In a famed town of Caledonia’s land, A prosperous port contiguous to the strand, A monarch feasted in […]

Our great work, the Otia Merseiana, Edited by learned Mister Sampson, And supported by Professor Woodward, Is financed by numerous […]

EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but […]

Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir’d, And past return are all my dandled days; My love misled, and […]

What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother’s wombs the tiring-houses be, […]

GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My […]

Your dog is not a dog of grace; He does not wag the tail or beg; He bit Miss Dickson […]