Roget's Int'l Thesaurus
Fowler's King's English
The King James Bible
Brewer's Phrase & Fable
Frazer's Golden Bough
Shelf of Fiction
The Oxford Shakespeare
The Oxford Shakespeare: Poems.
The Passionate Pilgrim, V.
If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love?
O! never faith could hold, if not to beauty vowd:
Though to myself forsworn, to thee I ll constant prove;
Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers bowd.
Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes,
Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend.
If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice;
Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend;
All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder;
Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire:
Thine eye Joves lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder,
Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire,
Celestial as thou art, O! do not love that wrong,
To sing heavens praise with such an earthly tongue.