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 ...
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 ...
(Lord) all the praise, Which I can attribute to thee, Is like a sparke, added to the sunnes rayes, Or droppe of water, ...
While I did narrowly investigate, The race, and linage of my sinnes, I found that sinne, and I were twinnes, Begotten, and brought ...
Some haue compar'd (and not improperly)him that is tainted with this worst of illsvnto the Swine, who (freely, daily) fillsHis ...
I see that wreath which doth the wearer arm'Gainst the quick strokes of thunder, is no charmTo keep off deaths ...
Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish(Cruels't) a fellow in your wretchednesse,Or that you take some small ...
Think'st thou it makes thy Reputation faire,if by thy muddy tongue thou canst impaireAn other mans? looke how a murtherer ...
First the teacher called the roll, Clos't to the beginnin', "Addeliney Bowersox!" Set the school a-grinnin'. Wintertime, and stingin'-cold When the session took up-- Cold as ...
Some of thy wealth talke, but I praise thy wit, And many worthy vertues gracing it. But thy great love to Arts, ...
To ring out thy great frame, if I had skill, The E'cho thereof should our Iland fill. So consonant's thy vertue to ...
Mov'd (gentle Knight) by thy great Courtesie,And good Report I meet with every where,I adde these few words to the ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
Kisse mee, Sweet: The wary loverCan your favours keepe, and cover,When the common courting jayAll your bounties will betray.Kisse againe: ...
SO the renowned Ithacensian Queen In Tears for her Telemachus was seen, When leaving Home, he did attempt the Ire ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
Weep not because this childe hath dyed so yong, But weepe because yourselves have livde so long: Age is not ...
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