A Discourse (Ralph Birchensha Poems)
Wonder to men, worlds glorie, mightie Lord,Earths monarch, Prince of thrones & powers all,Peerlesse for praise, famous in factes and ...
Wonder to men, worlds glorie, mightie Lord,Earths monarch, Prince of thrones & powers all,Peerlesse for praise, famous in factes and ...
Iustice Epigram.Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,And their good Subjects worthily preferre:Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,And those that ...
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay ...
And is there any wight aliue, That rightly may compare,Or goe beyond me silly wretch, In sadnesse and in care?Some such may ...
(Lord) cease this direfull tintamarre Of civill warre: The bellowing drumme, and trumpet shrill, Are musicke meete, Rather for flameing Sinai Hill, Then Sion sweet. The ...
I reade in Poets faigned bookes,That wise Vlysses wandring came,Where Circes through her fawning lookes,Did worke his men a spightfull ...
I.That frantick errour I adore,And am confirm'd the earth turns round;Now satisfied o're and o're,As rowling waves, so flowes the ...
I.Tis true the beauteous StarreTo which I first did bowBurnt quicker, brighter far,Than that which leads me now;Which shines with ...
What is the cause the gredye manne With care to gett waxethe pale and wanne? Haueinge enoughe whye craues he more? Whye dothe ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Faustus, if thou wilt reade from me These fewe and simple lines,By them most clearely thou shalt see,How ...
Not Marke, but Mercurie keepes her warme,And Neptune hugs her in his armeInfertill, fertile of all good things,Her Lord her ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
This keepes my hands From Cupid's bands. Goe, keepe that hand From Hymen's band. Silke though thou bee More soft ...
THrise happie she, that is so well assured Vnto her selfe and setled so in hart: that nether will for ...
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