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 ...
Wherein,BY OCCASION OFThe Religious death of MistrisE L I Z A B E T H D R V R Y,the incommodities ...
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 ...
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay ...
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile ...
In pleasaunt moneth of gladsome May I walkt abroad to viewThe fieldes, which nature had bedeckt With flowers of sundry hew.The sight ...
THE sluggish morne as yet undrest, My Phillis brake from out her East; As if shee'd made a match to ...
I never rested on the Muses bed,Nor dipt my Quill in the Thessalian Fountaine,My rustick Muse was rudely fostered,And flies ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Can I not have a Mistresse of my owne, But that as soone ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
Forgive me Cynthia, if (as Poets use, When they some divine Beauty would ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
COmming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found) Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres: that dainty ...
TEll me ye merchants daughters did ye see So fayre a creature in your towne before, So sweet, so louely, ...
Behold whiles she before the altar stands Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes And blesseth her with his ...
Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares, with the loose wynd ye wauing chance to marke: fayre when ...
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