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 ...
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
Tell you I chyll, If that ye wyll A whyle be styll, Of a comely gyll That dwelt on a hyll: But she is not ...
O mightie God thou Lord omnipotent,who onely rulest all thinges at thy wyll,Whose throne is far abeue the fyrmament:and whose ...
Robene sat on gud grene hill, Kepand a flok of fe;Mirry Makyne said him till, "Robene, thow rew on me;I haif the ...
ROBIN sat on gude green hill, Kepand a flock of fe:Mirry Makyne said him till 'Robin, thou rew on me:I haif thee ...
[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste ...
If the iuste mann seaven tymes eache daye Ohe Lorde dothe fall, what shall I saye? Of all iniuste moste sinfull manne My ...
He that is poore in spirite and in mynde,and rightly deemes his vertues to be small.He that in his soule ...
A fole he is and voyde of reasonWhiche with one hounde tendyth to takeTwo harys in one instant and season;Rightso ...
Though volumes great and learned workes, Of famous men hereof be ryfe VVherby both Papistes, Iewes and Turkes Haue deadly woundes, for all ...
He that his tunge can temper and refrayneAnd asswage the foly of hasty langageShall kepe his mynde from trouble, sadnes ...
Good Brother whe a vacat time doth cause you hence to ryde: And that the fertyl feelds do make, you from the Cittie ...
Beholde myne eyes as fountaynes springeinge, Beholde my harte as brymstone burninge: Myne eyes to water my corps woulde turne, My harte to ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Fitt I.In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschoms on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syngYn wodys merey now. Herkens, ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
When heapes of heauie hap, had fild my harte right full, And sorrow set forth pensiuenes, my ioyes away ...
Devyde my tymes and rate my wretched howresFrom days to months, fro months to many yeers,And than compare my sweetest ...
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