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 ...
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay ...
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Po. Bold foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos'd to the world's eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest ...
The Argument.The Douglase coureteslye Requirs the KingFor to vnfold the caus of al his Greif Wherby he taks Occasion for to ...
The Argument.The south and North crownes ioynd by that great KingWho of all Kinges hea'uns blissinges most embraceHis works his ...
And is there any wight aliue, That rightly may compare,Or goe beyond me silly wretch, In sadnesse and in care?Some such may ...
Ay me, to whom shall I my case complaine,That may compassion my impatient griefe!Or where shall I unfold my inward ...
In pleasaunt moneth of gladsome May I walkt abroad to viewThe fieldes, which nature had bedeckt With flowers of sundry hew.The sight ...
O Lord most deare, wh many a teare, lamenting, lameting,I fall before thy face,And for ech crime, done ere this ...
I.Ah me! the little tyrant theefe!As once my heart was playing,He snatcht it up and flew away,Laughing at all my ...
Who so doth mone, and lackes a mate, to bee partaker of his woe,And will discourse of his estate, Let him and ...
I.Heark, faire one, how what e're here isDoth laugh and sing at thy distresse;Not out of hate to thy reliefe,But ...
Sicknes is Balme of Gilead, It makes the dead to live, Breakes Satans head. It is a life contemplative, The soules Memento sweet, It settes ...
Sorrow, I yeeld, and grieve that I did misse;Will not thy rage be satified with this?As sad a Divell as ...
Poore Love in chaines, and fetters like a thiefeI mett ledd forth, as chast Diana's gaineVowing the untaught Lad should ...
?neas read what Dido wrote, And sent her this replie;And sought to cure the curelesse wound,Which Dido made to die.When ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
A poore soule sat sighing under a sicamore tree; O willow, willow, willow!With his hand on his bosom, ...
The Lamentable and Tragical History of Titus Adronicus, &c.You noble minds, and famous martiall wights,That in defence of native country ...
Corin, most unhappy swaine,Whither wilt thou drive thy flocke?Little foode is on the plaine;Full of danger is the rocke.Wolfes and ...
LOng languishing in double malady, of my harts wound and of my bodies greife: there came to me a leach ...
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