One that had a frowarde Husband, makes complaynt to her mother (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
And is there any wight aliue, That rightly may compare,Or goe beyond me silly wretch, In sadnesse and in care?Some such may ...
And is there any wight aliue, That rightly may compare,Or goe beyond me silly wretch, In sadnesse and in care?Some such may ...
Like as a forte or fenced towne, By foes assault that lies in field,When Bulwarkes all are beaten downe, Is by perforce ...
In aunciente days, tradition showes,A base and wicked elfe arose,The Witch of Wokey hight:Oft have I heard the fearfull tale,From ...
The bookes of Ouids changed shapes, A story strange doe tell,How Orpheus to fetch his wife, Made voyage vnto hell.Who hauing past ...
Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish(Cruels't) a fellow in your wretchednesse,Or that you take some small ...
I never rested on the Muses bed,Nor dipt my Quill in the Thessalian Fountaine,My rustick Muse was rudely fostered,And flies ...
Who so attempts to publish and display,Of Cupids thrals the strange & awkward fits,Doth seeke to count the sand amidst ...
Why ist damnation to dispaire and die,When life is my true happinesse disease?My soule, my soule, thy safetye makes me ...
VVhen first the Magick of thine ey,Usurpt upon my liberty,Triumphing in my hearts spoyl, thouDidst lock up thine in such ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
Our king he kept a false stewarde,Sir Aldingar they him call;A falser steward than he was one,Servde not in bower ...
Childe Waters in his stable stoodeAnd stroakt his milke-white steede; To him a fayre yonge ladye cameAs ever ware womans ...
As I walked of late by 'an' wood side,To God for to meditate was my entent,Where under a hawthorne I ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,You loyall lovers all,And heedfully beare in your brestA gallant ladyes fall.Long was she wooed, ...
My Phillis hath the morninge Sunne, at first to looke upon her:And Phillis hath morne-waking birds, her risinge still to ...
Meerly for man's death to mourne Were to repine that man was borne. When weake old age doth fall asleepe ...
Come, come, I faint: thy heavy stay Doubles each houre of the day: The winged hast of nimble love Makes ...
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