No mortal thing can bear so high a price, But that with mortal thing it may be bought.
Love the Only Price of Love.
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage, And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.Sir Walter Raleigh
I shall never be persuaded that God hath shut up all light of learning within the lantern of Aristotle's brain.Sir Walter Raleigh
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. See Marlowe 553:17.Sir Walter Raleigh
What is our life? a play of passion; Our mirth the music of division; Our mothers' wombs the tiring-houses be Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss; Our graves that hide us from the searching sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, Only we die in earnestthat's no jest.Sir Walter Raleigh
Even such isTime, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days, And from which earth, and grave, and dust The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.Sir Walter Raleigh
Fain would I but dare not; I dare, and yet I may not; I may, although I care not for pleasure when I play not.Sir Walter Raleigh
But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay, What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.Sir Walter Raleigh
Shall I, like an hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell?Sir Walter Raleigh
But in vain did she conjure him To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t'allure him, And but one to bid him go.Sir Walter Raleigh
Yet stab at thee who will, No stab the soul can kill!Sir Walter Raleigh
Passions are likened best to floods and streams, The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.Sir Walter Raleigh