A Complaint of a Sinner (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
O Lord most deare, wh many a teare, lamenting, lameting,I fall before thy face,And for ech crime, done ere this ...
O Lord most deare, wh many a teare, lamenting, lameting,I fall before thy face,And for ech crime, done ere this ...
Doe guide my pathes, O Lorde my God, that I walke not astray:O who can mount thy holy hill, Except thou leade ...
Who wisely waies false fortunes fickle change,Which in short space turnes loue to mortal hate,Shall find smal cause to deem ...
As verily as Adam created firste his God So verily he tasted not, the fruite that was forbo As verily as Abell, ...
He that his tunge can temper and refrayneAnd asswage the foly of hasty langageShall kepe his mynde from trouble, sadnes ...
Lorde for my slepe and reste this nighte And for this grace preserueinge mee In bodye sounde in mynde vprighte, Honor and prayse ...
Go lytle boke, get the acquaintaunceAmonge the louers of Gods wordeGeue them occasyon the same to auaunceAnd to make theyr ...
The gredye woulfe from the poore sheepe By godds worde I am bounde to keepe. (Nicholas Bacon)
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright ...
In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,And leves be large and long,Hit is full mery in feyre foreste To here ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Altijd zal ik uw blinde beeld bewaren,Jeugdige grijsaard, die mijn oude jeugdMet uwe teng're sterkte hebt verheugd En met uw ...
As Euening shadowe slides,And Seas do varie tides,So all the pranking prides,Of worldlie glorie glides:Gods worde, the guide of guides,For ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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