An Answere To A Papystycall Exhortacyon (John Bale Poems)
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
Poems about geue (19 Poems)
Farewell Court (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
I Youth, when Fancie bare the sway, Within my peeuish braine:And Reasons lore by no meanes could My wanton will restraine:My gadding ...
A mery Iest (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Sometimes in France, a woman dwelt, Whose husband being dead:Within a yeere, or somwhat more, An other did her wed.This good wife ...
The Avthor To His Patrone (Patrick Gordon Poems)
Your Lordshipe when I call to mynd,And your great fauors, whiche I fynd, I plaine, I sighe, my tears doun fall:For ...
A Carolle. (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
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 Complaint of a Sinner (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
O Lord most deare, wh many a teare, lamenting, lameting,I fall before thy face,And for ech crime, done ere this ...
For Souldiers (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Ye buds of Brutus land, couragious youths, now play your partsUnto your tackle stand, abide the brunt with valiat hearts.For ...
The complaynt of a sinner (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Like as the theefe in prison cast, With wofull wayling mones,When hope of pardon cleane is past, And sighes with dolefull grones:So ...
Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before (Henry Howard Poems)
Geue place ye louers, here before That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine: My Ladies beawtie passeth more The best of yours, ...
An Englishe Jme (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
Lorde for my slepe and reste this nighte And for this grace preserueinge mee In bodye sounde in mynde vprighte, Honor and prayse ...
Chirurgerie vvhose perfect lyght (John Hall Poems)
Chirurgerie vvhose perfect lyght all other realmes do knovve,VVhose learned men vvith diligence, doth make it shyne and shovve,In our cost hath ...
A Dumpe (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
The pangues, the priuie mones, The inward secrete smarte,The griefes, the heauie grones, That vexe my dolefull heart,So plundge my life in ...
An Englishe Jmme (Nicholas Bacon Poems)
Lorde for thy grace geven me this daye With humble thankes I honor thee, And for my synnes I pardon praye With harte ...
A Translation out of French (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
O Heauenly God, all beastes that doe remayne,And nourisht are with foode that thou doest send,Within the wooddes, the mountaynes, ...
Somewhat made of nothing, at a Gentlewomans (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Ye gladly would haue me to make you some toy,And yet will not tel me wherof I should write:The strangenes ...
To The Boke (Miles Coverdale Poems)
Go lytle boke, get the acquaintaunceAmonge the louers of Gods wordeGeue them occasyon the same to auaunceAnd to make theyr ...
To certaine questions and Riddles ensuing: XVIII (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Of thee (O my friend) a thing I doe craue,Which thou neuer hadst, nor neuer shalt haue.If that for thy ...
The Wright’s Chaste Wife (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Allemyghty god, maker of alle,Saue you my souereyns in towre & halle, And send you good grace!If ye wylle a ...
Romeus and Iuliet: To The Reader (Arthur Broke Poems)
Amid the desert rockes, the mountaine beare. Bringes forth vnformd, vnlyke her selfe her yong: Nought els but lumpes of ...