The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
(1571.)The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three;“Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull ...
A Renaissance Woman'sAutobiographical PoemNouember the 10th 1632The Memorandum of Martha MoulsworthWiddoweThe tenth day of the winter month NouemberA day which ...
Thou that canst grieue because another smiles,and giue, to vndeseruing spirits, stilesWhich thou dost filch from gen'rous noble minds;because thy ...
Fond Man, that suck'st the pleasing poyson in(which from the Syrens vnsuspected tongueIs kindly offer'd to thine eare) whereinare all ...
O Lord most deare, wh many a teare, lamenting, lameting,I fall before thy face,And for ech crime, done ere this ...
Though sum saith that yough rulyth me,I trust in age to tarry;God and my ryght and my dewtye,Frome them I ...
Whoso that wyll for grace sew,Hys entent must nedys be trew,And love her in hart and dede,Els it war pyte ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
Be it ryght or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
Part the FirstLithe and listen, gentlemen,To sing a song I will beginne:It is of a lord of faire Scotland,Which was ...
How long shall fortune faile me nowe,And harrowe me with fear and dread?How long shall I in bale abide,In misery ...
Childe Waters in his stable stoodeAnd stroakt his milke-white steede; To him a fayre yonge ladye cameAs ever ware womans ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
Expect not (lovely Cynthia) yet from me Lines like thy fairest selfe, so ...
I hold as fayth What Rome's Church sayth Where the King's head, That flock's misled Where th' Altar's drest That ...
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