The Goodnesse Of God Towards All Mankind, Manifold Wayes. (Henry Arthington Poems)
The First Point.In Creating all thinges for our vse, and vs for his glory.O Glorious God, how much is Man,For ...
The First Point.In Creating all thinges for our vse, and vs for his glory.O Glorious God, how much is Man,For ...
Fond Man, that suck'st the pleasing poyson in(which from the Syrens vnsuspected tongueIs kindly offer'd to thine eare) whereinare all ...
S Sweete Muse strike vp thy siluer string, I In shrill consort thy shake but straine, R Reflecting peales let Cosmos ring, R ...
Like as a forte or fenced towne, By foes assault that lies in field,When Bulwarkes all are beaten downe, Is by perforce ...
Madame, if I should smouther vp thy praiseFor most ingrate, thow iustlye might me blameAll eyes should sie, all tongues ...
Long haue I wishid my Muse, to sound thy prayseThe worthe, the fame, the due, to the belonge,But she onlernd ...
Say Venus how long have I lov'd, and serv'd you heere?Yet all my passions scorn'd or doubted, although cleere;Alas thinke ...
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: ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
?neas read what Dido wrote, And sent her this replie;And sought to cure the curelesse wound,Which Dido made to die.When ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
Pleurez, doux alcyons! ? vous, oiseaux sacr?s, Oiseaux chers ? Th?tis, doux alcyons, pleurez! Elle a v?cu, Myrto, la jeune ...
THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured, of that his malady: But he soone after fresh againe enured, his former ...
I Ioy to see how in your drawen work, Your selfe vnto the Bee ye doe compare; and me vnto ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
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