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 ...
A fole he is and voyde of reasonWhiche with one hounde tendyth to takeTwo harys in one instant and season;Rightso ...
Like as a forte or fenced towne, By foes assault that lies in field,When Bulwarkes all are beaten downe, Is by perforce ...
This comes in last, because he comes behindethose whom he wrongs, though in his doing sothe diuell cannot him in ...
I.Now Whitehall's in the grave,And our head is our slave,The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster;Now the miter ...
How fast thou fliest, O time, on loves swift wings,To hopes of joy, that flatters our desire:Which to a Lover ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
" 'THER is a wife in yone toun-end, an she has dothers three, An I wad be a beager for ...
A Curious Knot God made in Paradise, And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.It was the True-Love Knot, more ...
Oh Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart Suck ev'ry letter, and a hony gain, Precious for any grief ...
If as a flowre doth spread and die, Thou wouldst extend me to some good,Before I were frost's extremitie ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour, and behold my head. But must they have ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Hide not that sprouting lipp, nor kill The juicy bloome with bashfull skill: Know it is an amorous dewe That ...
How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
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