Ralph Knevet Poems on Money & Wealth (15 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 III (Ralph Knevet Poems)

SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv’d love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all my life time on Agnus Castus, And give all the world leave to let me dye a maid: I even spoyld a … 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 →

A Threnode (Ralph Knevet Poems)

Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile of Ree, and Sir WILLIAM HEYDON, Lieutenant of the Ordinance The thousand Torch-bearers of Jove, Which mightily to his Bed him … 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 →

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. The Treasure (Ralph Knevet Poems)

Hee that seekes gold, or pearle, must delve, or dive, And descend toward Hell: Thus things, for which the world doth chiefely strive, Neare Hells precincts doe dwell: But there’s a gemme, and Treasure to bee found, Rather above the skyes, then under ground. Eternall Richesse, … Continue reading →

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

This life is an Olympicke Game, a Race, Wherein the Victours shall bee crown’d, With liveing bayes; which Time cannot deface: But many obstacles abound, Us to impeach, and stoppe us in our pace; For wee runne on such unev’n ground, That they who are most … Continue reading →