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 ...
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
I Youth, when Fancie bare the sway, Within my peeuish braine:And Reasons lore by no meanes could My wanton will restraine:My gadding ...
Written three hundred years since.Be it right or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA ...
And is there any wight aliue, That rightly may compare,Or goe beyond me silly wretch, In sadnesse and in care?Some such may ...
As late abroad asleepe I lay, Mee thought I came by wondrous chaunce:Whereas I heard a harper play, And saw great store ...
Like as a forte or fenced towne, By foes assault that lies in field,When Bulwarkes all are beaten downe, Is by perforce ...
If pure goodwill, not meaning ill, might boldly, might boldly, Presume to tell his minde:I wold not vse, in terms diffuse, ...
Doe guide my pathes, O Lorde my God, that I walke not astray:O who can mount thy holy hill, Except thou leade ...
Like as the wight farre banished from his soyle,In countrey strange, opprest with grief & pain,Doth nothing way his long ...
Haste homewardes, man, draw neerer to the shore,The skies doe scowle, the windes doe blow amaine:The raged rockes, with rumbling ...
The pangues, the priuie mones, The inward secrete smarte,The griefes, the heauie grones, That vexe my dolefull heart,So plundge my life in ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
The Senses dull of my appalled museForeweryed with the trauayle of my brayneIn scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,And darke ...
I hold as fayth What Rome's Church sayth Where the King's head, That flock's misled Where th' Altar's drest That ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
THe doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine That fondly feare to loose your liberty, when loosing one, two ...
BVt if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her liuely spright, Garnisht with heauenly ...
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