If these by hope doe joye in their distresse,
And constant are, in hope to conquer tyme,
Then let not hope in us (sweete friend) be lesse,
And cause our love to wither in the Pryme.Let us conspyre, and time will have an end,
So both of us in time shall have a frend.

PREMIUM FEATURE

Advanced Search Filters

Filter search results by source, date, and more with our premium search tools.