Silvia 
(William Shakespeare)

Who is Silvia? What is she?
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

Never Seek to Tell Thy Love (William Blake)

Never seek to tell thy love 
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move 
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love, 
I told her all my heart, 
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears
Ah, she doth depart.

Soon as she was gone from me 
A traveller came by 
Silently, invisibly - 
O, was no deny.

Balade (Geoffrey Chaucer)

Hide, Absalom, thy gilte tresses clear;
Esther, lay thou thy meekness all a-down; 
Hide, Jonathan, all thy friendly manner;
Penelope and Marcia Catoun
Make of your wifehood no comparison;
Hide ye your beauties, Isolde and Elaine:
My lady com'th, that all this may distain.
Thy faire body let it not appear,
Lavine; and thou, Lucrece of Rome town, 
And Polixene, that boughten love so dear,
And Cleopatre, with all thy passion,
Hide ye your truth of love and your renown;
And thou, Thisbe, that hast for love such pain:
My lady com'th, that all this may distain.
Hero, Dido, Laodamia, all y-fere,
And Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophon,
And Canace, espied by thy chere,
Hypsipyle, betraysed with Jason,
Make of your truthe neither boast ne soun;
Nor Hypermestre or Ariadne, ye twain:
My lady com'th, that all this may distain.