William Browne

"Steer, hither steer your wingèd pines, All beaten mariners! Here lie Love’s undiscover’d mines, A prey to passengers."

"Come on shore, Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more."

"Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span."

"Well-languaged Daniel."

"If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies."

"I saw a mushroom stand in haughty pride, As if the lilies grew to be his slaves."

"Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidneys sister, Pembrokes mother; Death! ere thou hast slain another, Fair and learnd, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee."

"And all the former causes of her moan Did therewith bury in oblivion."

"A heavenly bevy of sweet English dames."

"A rose as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone: A sweeter flower did Nature ne’er put forth, Nor fairer garden yet was never known."

"For those sacred powers Tread on oblivion; no desert odours Can be entombed in their celestial breasts."