1571-1637.

To Celia.

(From "The Forest.")

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.

The Sweet Neglect.

(From the "Silent Woman." Act i. Sc. 5.)

Still to be neat, still to be drest
As you were going to a feast.

Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace.

Good Life, Long Life.

In small proportion we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.

Epitaph on Elizabeth.

Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbor give
To more virtue than doth live.

Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.

Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
Death! ere thou hast slain another,
Learned and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.

To the Memory of Shakespeare.

Soul of the age!
The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare rise.
Small Latin, and less Greek.
He was not of an age, but for all time.

Sweet swan of Avon!

Every Man in his Humor. Act. ii. Sc. 3.

Get money; still get money, boy;
No matter by what means.