The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
The Argument.Whill Fortune houeres doutfull of hir cho'sNor peace nor warre on ether syd displaysHard fait anon prepaireth greatter voesGreat ...
The eternal all--sire from his throne, our isleRegarding; these Imperial shores, the whileEarth's orb rolls round, shewn, eminent in his ...
Indulg'd by ev'ry active thoughtWhen upwards they wou'd flyNor can Ambition be a faultIf plac'd above the skyWhen humbld first ...
Griefe, killing griefe, have not my torments beeneAlready great and strong enough? but stillThou dost increase, nay glory in mine ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
When late Protectorship was Canon-Proof,And _Cap-a-pe_ had seiz'd on _Whitehall_-Roof,And next, on _Israelites_ durst look so big,That _Tory-like_, it lov'd ...
Now ponder well, you parents deare,These wordes which I shall write;A doleful story you shall heare,In time brought forth to ...
Indulg'd by ev'ry active thought When upwards they wou'd flyNor can Ambition be a fault If plac'd above ...
LOVE, thou art best of Human Joys, Our chiefest Happiness below;All other Pleasures are but Toys,Musick without Thee is but ...
LOVE, thou art best of Human Joys, Our chiefest Happiness below; All other Pleasures are but Toys, Musick without Thee ...
Love seeketh not Itself to please. Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds ...
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau YOU have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb. ...
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd ...
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