A Pastorall Aeglogue – Upon The Death Of Sir Phillip Sidney, Knight, etc. (Lodowick Bryskett Poems)
Lycon. — Colin.Lycon.Colin, well fits thy sad cheare this sad stownd,This wofull stownd, wherein all things complaineThis greate mishap, this ...
Lycon. — Colin.Lycon.Colin, well fits thy sad cheare this sad stownd,This wofull stownd, wherein all things complaineThis greate mishap, this ...
False world, thy malice I espieWith what thou hast designed;And therein with thee to comply,Who likewise are combined:But, do thy ...
This comes in last, because he comes behindethose whom he wrongs, though in his doing sothe diuell cannot him in ...
Like as the theefe in prison cast, With wofull wayling mones,When hope of pardon cleane is past, And sighes with dolefull grones:So ...
?neas read what Dido wrote, And sent her this replie;And sought to cure the curelesse wound,Which Dido made to die.When ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
When shawes been sheene, and shradds full fayre,And leeves both large and longe,Itt is merry, walking in the fayre forrest,To ...
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
Now ponder well, you parents deare,These wordes which I shall write;A doleful story you shall heare,In time brought forth to ...
Deare friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad:And in my faintings I presume your loveWill more complie, then ...
Neere to the River banks, with greeneAnd pleasant trees on every side,Where freest minds would most have beene,That never felt ...
There dwelt a man in faire WestmerlandIonne Armstrong men did him callHe had nither lands nor rents coming inYet he ...
Who is the honest man?He that doth still and strongly good pursue,To God, his neighbour, and himself most true: ...
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed, Before the dawning of the sanguin light: When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright ...
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The ...
My joy, my life, my crown! My heart was meaning all the day, ...
I have consider'd it, and findeThere is no dealing with Thy mighty passion:For though I ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
No Lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect Lover; Hee thinkes that else none can, nor ...
What mystery was this; that I should finde My blood in kissing you to stay behinde? 'Twas not for want ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
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