The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 09 (William Langland Poems)
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
'Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, 'noght a day hennesIn a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges.Of erthe and ...
Treuthe herde telle herof, and to Piers senteTo taken his teme and tilien the erthe,And purchaced hym a pardoun a ...
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
Phylida was a faire mayde,As fresh as any flowre;Whom Harpalus the herdman praydeTo be his paramour.Harpalus, and eke Corin,Were herdmen ...
CHORVS O gratyous Lorde, ohe sauyor dere, Our onelye hope and all our chere, Our presente ayde in euerye woe, Our hole defence agaynste ...
A true French story Three jocund Gallants in their golden age, Court Cock'rells, in their pucellage of witt; For yet Discretion had not ...
Doe we not hold him mad, that in his handdare gripe an Adder, though he crush it dead?or seemes it ...
What shall I render to the Lord, For all his gifts and benefits? What recompence will Hee accord T'accept? what sacrifice befittes Such infinite ...
Is it not strange, that such can liue, whose foodeis dres'd by Enuie, and with poyson mixt,Whose heart's the kitchin, ...
I that in freedome liued of late,And neuer stoupt to Cupids lure,Haue now made change of my estate.And thousand torments ...
(Yee divine Epicures) whom sacred thirst Of high Beatitude, doth move, T'approche this Table; Here drinke, till yee burst Into a flood of ...
O Heauenly God, all beastes that doe remayne,And nourisht are with foode that thou doest send,Within the wooddes, the mountaynes, ...
Fly hence O Joy, noe longer heere abide,Too great thy pleasures are for my despaireTo looke on, losses now must ...
With foode enoughe and good alsoe ffamyne and Rotte I kepe them froe. (Nicholas Bacon)
Lord that is off myghtys most, Fadyr and Sone and Holy Gost,Bryng us out of synneAnd lene us grace so ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Come hither shepherd's swayne:"Sir, what do you require?"I praye thee, shewe to me thy name."My name is Fond Desire."When wert ...
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 ...
Corin, most unhappy swaine,Whither wilt thou drive thy flocke?Little foode is on the plaine;Full of danger is the rocke.Wolfes and ...
HAppy ye leaues when as those lilly hands, which hold my life in their dead doing might shall handle you ...
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