Poems with rhymes of spend

The truth of Love to life's own end,
With hearts the years could but embolden,
Had I a golden pound to spend.

All which I spend, all which I spend
For thee Ascanio, my deare friend :

Lest we that talent spend;
And having once brought to an end

This night his weekly moil is at an end,--
Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes,
Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend,

When he'd be private, there might he spend
Hours alone in his lady's chamber:
Into this crevice I dropped our friend.

Nostrils, your careless breath that spend
Upon the stir and keep of pride,
What relish shall the censers send

Few daylong through its distance wend
With money to make or money to spend.

For once his blood ram warm; he had pay to spend,
Winter was passing; soon the year would mend.

Hard! that he could not to his cards attend,
But must acquire the money he would spend.

Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end?

And had the livelong summer day to spend.
It seems that I must bid the Muse go pack,
Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend

Happy though these hours you spend,
Have they warned you how games end?

For every day I spend
Shall bring me one day nearer that
Bright day that has no end.

That's past; when one's nature's a cracked one, it's too jolly hard to mend.
So long as the road is level, so long as I've cash to spend.

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,

Regardless Tears she may profusely spend,
Unpitty'd sighs her tender Breast may rend:

Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend,---
It all comes to the same thing at the end,

Neither did I but vacant seasons spend
In this my scribble; nor did I intend

While others save we love to spend;
She hated us but in the end