Poems about wisedome (21 Poems)
The Fovrth Booke Of Qvodlibets (Robert Hayman Poems)
1. To the Reader. Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,To improue, to reproue, and to amend:Some passe without this vse, ’cause they are witty;And so doe many Sermons, more’s the pitty. 2. To the Reader. Of my small course, … Continue reading
King’s Quire (James Stewart Poems)
Bewailing in my chamber thus allone, Despeir{.e}d of all joye and remedye,For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone, Unto the wyndow gan I walk in hye, To se the warld and folk that went forby;As for the tyme, though I of mirthis fudeMyght … Continue reading
The King’s Quire (excerpt) (James I of Scotland Poems)
…Bewailing in my chamber thus allone,Despeir{.e}d of all joye and remedye,For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone,Unto the wyndow gan I walk in hye,To se the warld and folk that went forby;As for the tyme, though I of mirthis fudeMyght … Continue reading
A Gallery To The Temple. Infinitenes (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(Lord) Hee, who goes about to find Thy pow’r, and bounds would to it sett, As soone may manacle the winde, Or aire emprison in a nette, Yea Hee as soone may with one spanne, Measure the largest Ocean. But when I of thy beauty muse, Whose … Continue reading
A Gallery To The Temple. Bounty (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(Lord) all the praise, Which I can attribute to thee, Is like a sparke, added to the sunnes rayes, Or droppe of water, powr’d into the sea; Yet let thy glory bright, Vouchsafe t’accept of a poore widowes mite. I want the skill, To take thy latitude … Continue reading
To The Right High, Lodvvik, Dvke Of Lenox (John Burel Poems)
I will craue pardon of zour excellence, Incace ze suld esteme this for offence Into directing of this Treticie, Not coresponding to Zour prudencie Quhois gud ingyne, & pregnant spretit wit, Crauis hier warks, with arguments mair grit Delyting ancient Histories to heir, Els of euents and … Continue reading
In Commendation Of The Right Worshipfull Sir Raufe Horsey Knight (Peter Colse Poems)
S Sweete Muse strike vp thy siluer string, I In shrill consort thy shake but straine, R Reflecting peales let Cosmos ring, R Resound Apolloes piercing vaine: A Arise and rowse thy selfe with speede, V Vse no delay but do the deede. F Feare not, … Continue reading
To Mr. Thomas Knevet Of Ashwell Thorpe (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Thou, that dost know thy Starres, canst calculate Thy geniture, and see to what end fate Did lend thee to the earth; auspicious be Thy favours, like thy Starres to mine and me: Thou knowst thy Starres (I say) for good men know Wherefore th’ … Continue reading
The Father (Joshua Sylvester Poems)
ALPHA and Omega, God alone: Eloi, My God, the Holy-One; Whose Power is Omnipotence: Whose Wisedome is Omni-science: Whose Beeing is All Soveraigne Blisse:Whose Worke Perfection’s Fulnesse is; Under All things, not under-cast; Over All things, not over-plac’t; Within All … Continue reading
To Sir Thomas Woodhouse (Ralph Knevet Poems)
You are the man, that well descerne what betters An high fortune, and can preferre good letters Before those painted plumes, which Crowne the crest Of swelling honor: such great interest In your most worthy parts possesseth art, That your high wisedome seemes to have … Continue reading