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George Wither

(11 June 1588 – 2 May 1667 / Bentworth, Hampshire)

Quotations

  • ''Shall I, wasting in despair,
    Die because a woman's fair?
    Or make pale my cheeks with care
    'Cause another's rosy are?''
    George Wither (1588-1667), British poet. Fair Virtue, the Mistress of Philarete: A Lover's Resolution (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''If she be not so to me,
    What care I how fair she be?''
    George Wither (1588-1667), British poet. Fair Virtue, the Mistress of Philarete: A Lover's Resolution (l. 15-16). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''To maidens' vows and swearing
    Henceforth no credit give,
    You may give them the hearing
    But never them believe.
    They are as false as fair,
    Unconstant, frail, untrue;''
    George Wither (1588-1667), British poet. I Loved a Lass (l. 64-69). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.

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The Lover's Resolution

SHALL I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman 's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flow'ry meads in May,
   If she think not well of me,
   What care I how fair she be?

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