Sonnet I (Mary Wroth Poems)
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sides while the way I misse:If to the right ...
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sides while the way I misse:If to the right ...
He that shuns Love, doth love himselfe the lesse,And cursed he whose spirit, not admiresThe worth of Love, where endlesse ...
Let griefe as farre be from your dearest breastAs I doe wish, or in my hands to ease;Then should it ...
But where they may returne with Honor's grace,Where Venus follies can no harbour winne,But chased are, as worthlesse of the ...
THE reason, Fire lies in Flint unseene;Is, other Figur'd Atomes lye betweene:For being bound, and overpowred byA Multitude, they do ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
Hearken to me, gentlemen,Come and you shall heare;He tell you of two of the boldest brethren,That ever born y-were.The tone ...
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
Let that time a thousand moneths endure,Which brings from heaven the sweet and silver showers,And joys the earth (of comfort ...
The Lamentable and Tragical History of Titus Adronicus, &c.You noble minds, and famous martiall wights,That in defence of native country ...
When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt,They mustred their souldiers ...
Now Love and Fortune turne to me againe, And now each one enforceth and assures ...
Dear Cynthia, though thou bear'st the name Of the pale Queen of night, ...
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
Who wisely reades thy lines may well be bolde,Pythagoras his Paradoxe to holde,That dead mens soules (for which men fondly ...
Returne my joyes, and hither bring A tongue not made to speake but sing, A jolly spleene, an inward feast, ...
LYke as the Culuer on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; and in her songs ...
IN that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, whiles her faire face she reares vp to the skie: and ...
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