To Sir Roger Townsend (Ralph Knevet Poems)
I Sent my Muse unto the house of fame, Of her to enquire out some Honourd name Worthy of my Verse, and ...
I Sent my Muse unto the house of fame, Of her to enquire out some Honourd name Worthy of my Verse, and ...
This life is an Olympicke Game, a Race, Wherein the Victours shall bee crown'd, With liveing bayes; which Time cannot deface: But many ...
If many yeeres in honours service spent; If vertues suting with a brave descent, Can give true lustre to a Name; then ...
Methought I stood that sacred fountaine night Where high conceites in blessed draughts are lent Whose cristall brest seem'd sudainly to rent And ...
Take heede, my Muse, what? patroniz'd by none?Oben't o're bold; can infants stand alone?Make haste unto some sheltring place, or ...
Thou that art made of better temperd clay, Then Titan ere made any; who dost pay Thy youth to time, with greater ...
My Daphne's Haire is twisted Gold,Bright starres a-piece her Eyes doe hold,My Daphne's Brow inthrones the Graces,My Daphne's Beauty staines ...
Thou that art farre more worthy of the bayes, Daigne to assist my home-spunne untun'd layes With gracious censure, for upon thy ...
To the right Worshipfull, Mr. NICHOLAS BACON of Gillingham, Esquire. Yet though the worke doth crave nor Bayes, nor Cedar, But the ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
In Carleile dwelt King Arthur,A prince of passing might;And there maintain'd his Table Round,Beset with many a knight.And there he ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue my simple meaning with disdaynfull scorne: and by the bay which I vnto ...
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown'd from ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
song Fauc1 First. Chorus. Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set, And even Wolves the Sheep forget; Only ...
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