...With'his bending fickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it down even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor-no man ever loved. In Praife of his Love. I "grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore...

...Within his bending Tickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my mufe, And therefore may'ft without attaint...

...Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not, with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids through the weary night ? Dost thou desire...

...come; Love alters not with his brief hours »«d weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of <loom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVIU Accuse me thns; that I have scanted all Wherein I should yonr great deserts repay; Forpot upon...

...bending sickle's compass come, Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. HOLIDAY WALKS. MILTON, who passed the greater number of ais riper years in London, has thus, in the...

...Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of moral poetry than this description of the master passion.*...

...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SHAKSPERE. Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round ray true heart thine arms entwine, My...

...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...proved ; — I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon your...

...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. But hears it out, e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, and no man ever lov'd. SONNET. From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dress'd...

...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and...upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. — 116. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay; Forget...