To The Detracted (John Andrewes Poems)
Though Wolues against the siluer Moon do bark,they blemish not her brightnes, nor the spightOf bauling Curres, (which she disdains ...
Though Wolues against the siluer Moon do bark,they blemish not her brightnes, nor the spightOf bauling Curres, (which she disdains ...
So Diamonds sparkle, and thy Mistriss eyes;When tis not Fire but light in either flyes.Beauty not thaw'd by lustful flames ...
A Beavy of the fair & Gay,Such as are daily Smoakt in tea,& toasted over wine,Vext to be made so ...
How long vain Hope do'st thou my joys suspend?Say! must my expectation know no end!Thou wast more kind unto the ...
Since are no thriving arts: but whats well gain'd May with much comfort, and long be retain'd, But Justice oft cryes ...
It is not Love which you poore fooles do deeme,That doth appeare by fond and outward showesOf kissing, toying, or ...
As tree by frute and goulde by fyer, Soe shewed by talke is hartes desyer: Thye nature aye is knowen alsoe By choyse ...
Love like a Jugler, comes to play his prize,And all mindes draw his wonders to admire,To see how cunningly he ...
Sil.O Cupid ! Monarch ouer Kings,Wherefore hast thou feete and wings?It is to shew how swift thou art,When thou wound'st ...
Quid non speramus amantes. Peirce was espoused ere he went a wooing, What should such fooles as he be long a dooing? His ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
How long shall fortune faile me nowe,And harrowe me with fear and dread?How long shall I in bale abide,In misery ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
Till now I doubted whether love, or sight Of thy dear beauties (Cynthia) ...
I am two fools, I know- For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman that ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
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