Rhodon And Iris. Act I (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Po. Bold foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos'd to the world's eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest ...
Almighty God, beholding Man,Depryued of his blessednesse,)To looke with visage pale and wan,(By reason of his wretchednesse.)And knowing him in ...
He that is poore in spirite and in mynde,and rightly deemes his vertues to be small.He that in his soule ...
This comes in last, because he comes behindethose whom he wrongs, though in his doing sothe diuell cannot him in ...
In Cypres springes, wheras dame Venus dwelt, A well so hote that who so tastes the same, Were he of stone, as ...
Though Christ his merits be of power,To saue mankind from Hell,And Adams heyres for to restore,With him in ioyes to ...
(Yong hopefull sprigge) that art borne to inherit Abundant wealth (if thou dost not preferre it Before the freedome) know that thy ...
I that in freedome liued of late,And neuer stoupt to Cupids lure,Haue now made change of my estate.And thousand torments ...
Fairest and still truest eyes,Can you the lights be, and the spiesOf my desires?Can you shine cleare for loves delight,And ...
Since are no thriving arts: but whats well gain'd May with much comfort, and long be retain'd, But Justice oft cryes ...
Bveing past the paines of love,Freedome gladly seekes to move:Sayes that Loves delights were pretty;But to dwell in them t'were ...
Am I thus conquer'd? hame I lost the powers,That to withstand, which joyes to ruine me?Must I bee still, while ...
Love leave to urge, thou knowest thou hast the hand'Tis Cowardize to strive where none resist,Pray thee leave off, I ...
Late in the Forrest I did Cupid seeCold, wett, and crying, he had lost his way,And being blinde was farther ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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