A Gallery To The Temple. The Incarnation (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
Poems about esteeme (21 Poems)
Farewell Court (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
I Youth, when Fancie bare the sway, Within my peeuish braine:And Reasons lore by no meanes could My wanton will restraine:My gadding ...
The Mourning Muse Of Thestylis (Lodowick Bryskett Poems)
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
A Dreame (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
In pleasaunt moneth of gladsome May I walkt abroad to viewThe fieldes, which nature had bedeckt With flowers of sundry hew.The sight ...
To The Flatterer (John Andrewes Poems)
Thou that canst grieue because another smiles,and giue, to vndeseruing spirits, stilesWhich thou dost filch from gen'rous noble minds;because thy ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Dialogue (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Soule Nor wealthy mines, nor mineralls I seeke: My thoughts are low, and meeke, And like a tender leeke Both white, and greene; Though ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Treasure (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Hee that seekes gold, or pearle, must delve, or dive, And descend toward Hell: Thus things, for which the world doth chiefely ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Ostentation (Ralph Knevet Poems)
The world Nobility doth measure, By acres, or by bagges of treasure: And some with more apparent sense, Doe it compute by long ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Moderation (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Arts are th' Egyptian Handmaydes, to the Queene Of sciences: Moses the chiefe of Prophets, and of Men, Did these possesse: Our moderation must ...
60 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Love as well can make abidingIn a faithfull Shepheards brestAs in Princes: whose thoughts slidingLike swift riuers never rest.Change to ...
Cuiquam (John Grange Poems)
Marke well my frende this ragged ryme, thrust forth the Elderne pith:Spare not to cut a hasell wande to make a winding ...
13 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Cloy'd with the torments of a tedious night,I wish for day; which come, I hope for joy:When crosse I finde, ...
46 (Mary Wroth Poems)
It is not Love which you poore fooles do deeme,That doth appeare by fond and outward showesOf kissing, toying, or ...
34 (Mary Wroth Poems)
You blessed shades, which give me silent rest,Witnes but this when death hath clos'd mine eyes,And separated me from earthly ...
Book VII (Arthur Hall Poems)
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
The Teares of the Muses (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
An Hymne In Honour Of Love (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
XII: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland (Ben Jonson Poems)
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
The Sheepheard Firmius His Song (Bartholomew Young Poems)
Sheepheards give eare, and now be stillUnto my passions, and their cause, and what ...
On A Gentlewoman’s Blistred Lipp (William Strode Poems)
Hide not that sprouting lipp, nor kill The juicy bloome with bashfull skill: Know it is an amorous dewe That ...
On The Death Of Sir Thomas Lea (William Strode Poems)
You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter's surly conscience: ...