The Goodnesse Of God Towards All Mankind, Manifold Wayes. (Henry Arthington Poems)
The First Point.In Creating all thinges for our vse, and vs for his glory.O Glorious God, how much is Man,For ...
The First Point.In Creating all thinges for our vse, and vs for his glory.O Glorious God, how much is Man,For ...
The suereste state and beste degree Is to possesse mediocritye. By proofe we finde in everye storme The hier tree the sorer torne: The ...
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor theyWhom any pity warmes; He which did layRules to make Courtiers, ...
As verily as Adam created firste his God So verily he tasted not, the fruite that was forbo As verily as Abell, ...
What bringethe ruste to Iron smothe? Whye stynkethe water that dothe not moue? Whye dothe the grounde that fertell was Bare thorne and ...
Who so doth mone, and lackes a mate, to bee partaker of his woe,And will discourse of his estate, Let him and ...
I blesse those calmes, Which gave me leisure, For to endite these holy psalmes, In stead of songs of pleasure. I praise my God, ...
WHat makes a Sparke of Fire to burne more quick,Then a great Flame? because 'tis small to stick.For Fire of ...
Doe tell me my friends, what creature is hee,That two times is borne, as all men may see,And liueth a ...
A scoller disposed to eate broyled meate Tooke a colde peece and badde his boye heate it: Whiche by mistakeinge the boye ...
But Satan Diuell, enuying God and Man,Possest the Serpent, beautifull and feate:Who vnto Woman subtilly soone came,And her perswades, on ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Part the First.Henry, our royall kind, would ride a huntingTo the greene forest so pleasant and faire;To see the harts ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
In summer time, when leaves grow greene,And blossoms bedecke the tree,King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,Some pastime for to see.With ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
I kening through Astronomy Divine The Worlds bright Battlement, wherein I spyA Golden Path my Pensill cannot line, ...
When that I poore soule was borne,I was borne unfortunate:Presently the Fates had sworne,To fore-tell my haplesse state.Titan his faire ...
Glomie Winter raign'd as King,Hoarie frost did nip each thing:Fields look'd naked now and bare,Fields which like a Chaos were.Earth ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
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