Ralph Knevet Poems on God (29 Poems)

Rhodon And Iris. Act I (Ralph Knevet Poems)

SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe? Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl’d smocke? Ag. What, hath Hesperus forgot to light heavens tapers up? Or be the Charret wheeles of Night o’re loaden with the … Continue reading →

Rhodon And Iris. Act V (Ralph Knevet Poems)

SCEN. 1.Acanthus, Anthophotus.An. Thou speak’st of things beyond beleefe, Acanthus. Ac. Too true it is, I shrewdly feare, For every circumstance makes it appeare That Rhodon in the mirtle grove, last night, Had private conference with Iris, From whom (it seemes) he tooke the venom’d potion, For now … Continue reading →

Rhodon And Iris. Act II (Ralph Knevet Poems)

SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Po. Bold foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos’d to the world’s eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest night, And therefore doth abhorre to come to light. Give me that cole blacke sinne that can lye hid. Under the candid robes … Continue reading →

Rhodon And Iris. Act IV (Ralph Knevet Poems)

SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was taught by damned hellish art To forge the killing blade in Vulcans flames: What raging fury raignes in mortall brests, That man should … Continue reading →

A Gallery To The Temple. The Incarnation (Ralph Knevet Poems)

(My God) who dids’t thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights’t us thy brethren make: Was ever love like thine? Both Men, and Angells, at thy birth did sing, And thy propicious starre did tideings bring, That … Continue reading →

Funerall Elegy 3. (Ralph Knevet Poems)

When Hils, and Valleys, wrap’t in sheets of snow, Did pennance for their summer luxury, And Winter old unto the world did show, The Sceletons of trees, muffling the skye With vapours cold, and strewing frequently The earth with wat’ry confects, then I stood On that … Continue reading →

Funerall Elegy 2. (Ralph Knevet Poems)

Retreate (sad passions) to your chanels now, Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow: Griefes, (which distinguish Mortals from the Gods) Ought to be limited with periods, Lest action by such torrents overborne, Should vertue leave abandon’d to the scorne Of faithlesse Fortune, her undoubted slave Then cease … 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 →

A Gallery To The Temple. The Prodigall (Ralph Knevet Poems)

Disrob’d by Sinne, expos’d to the cold aire, Of dire dispaire, I sighe I grone: Famish’d for want of heav’nly sustenance, My spirit faints, And is nigh gone. My time, my prime, and patrimonye I, Have made to flye, In forraine lands: Lands farre remote from new Jerusalem, Or Bethleem, On … Continue reading →

A Gallery To The Temple. Sciences (Ralph Knevet Poems)

Many their language labour to correct, And for to speake in the best dialect, But few, or none contend Their lives t’amend. Logicke, the art of reason others love, But by their lives, their studyes they disprove, Guided by appetite, Not Reasons light. Some divide numbers by Arithmeticke, To … Continue reading →