In Commendacion Of The Meane Estate (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
The suereste state and beste degree Is to possesse mediocritye. By proofe we finde in everye storme The hier tree the sorer torne: The ...
The suereste state and beste degree Is to possesse mediocritye. By proofe we finde in everye storme The hier tree the sorer torne: The ...
A feruent supplication,Tending to mortification,And new regeneration,That leadeth to saluation.Most louing Lord, and Father deere,I humbly sue vnto thy grace,That ...
The Heavens did mourne: The windes did grinne: These vapours blacke, Their rise did make, From the vast Ocean of our sinne: For from ...
Say Venus how long have I lov'd, and serv'd you heere?Yet all my passions scorn'd or doubted, although cleere;Alas thinke ...
O dearest eyes, the lights, and guides of Love,The joyes of Cupid, who himselfe borne blinde,To your bright shining, doth ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
The Representation.ARGUMENT. Mundus Opes, Animam Coelum, Terramque resumpsit Terra: DEUS, Vitam cum tulit, Ipse dedit. Solus Amor facit esse DEUM; ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD The Disincantation.ARGUMENT. Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus, Cui Mens Lucis inops, Stulta Ruina Dom?s; ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
I sing of horrors sad and dreadfull rage, Of stratagems wrought in the former age, Contagious vice, and in conclusion, ...
Lord, let the Angels praise thy name.Man is a foolish thing, a foolish thing, Folly and Sinne ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Sheepheards give eare, and now be stillUnto my passions, and their cause, and what ...
No more (o cruell Nimph,) now hast thou prayedEnough in thy revenge, proove not thine ireOn him that yeelds, the ...
Syl. Sheepheard, why doo'st thou hold thy peace? Sing, and thy joy to us report:Arsil. ...
No Lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect Lover; Hee thinkes that else none can, nor ...
If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is ...
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