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 ...
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 ...
What Stoick could his steely brest containe(If Zeno self, or who were made besideOf tougher mold) from being torne in ...
The fruytfull sentence & the noble werkesTo our doctryne wryten in olde antyquyteBy many grete and ryght notable clerkesGrounded on ...
Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?To you no thyng it dyde ...
The good Dame Mercy with Dame CharyteMy body buryed full ryght humblyIn a fayre temple of olde antyquyte,Where was for ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
She had a desyre ofte to be weddeAnd also to lye in an other mannes beddeLytell rought she therforeShe is ...
The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,And a vowe to God mayd heThat he wold hunte in the mowntaynsOff Chyviat within days ...
In Grecian soyle two brothers born there is, they father haue Agenetos, whose blis, In happie time the children ...
Upon a certayne tyme as it befellI was all pensyfe and thoughtfull in my herteFor sondry thynges whiche I knewe ...
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
Though Death to good men be the greatest boone, I dare not think this Lady dyde so soone. She should ...
You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter's surly conscience: ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
Behold whiles she before the altar stands Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes And blesseth her with his ...
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