A Gallery To The Temple. Sciences (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Many their language labour to correct, And for to speake in the best dialect, But few, or none contend Their lives t'amend. Logicke, the ...
Many their language labour to correct, And for to speake in the best dialect, But few, or none contend Their lives t'amend. Logicke, the ...
MERCIE puts on a more celestiall face, commands the Pilgrime take a grauer Pen, For thou must write (quoth she) & I ...
To praise your lonliv'd, or long honord name, A wrong were to your vertues (Henningham) Let those which can affoord nought else ...
And burne, yet burning you will love the smart,When you shall feele the waight of true desire,So pleasing, as you ...
It is not Love which you poore fooles do deeme,That doth appeare by fond and outward showesOf kissing, toying, or ...
The Sunne which glads, the earth at his bright sight,When in the morne he showes his golden face,And takes the ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD The Disincantation.ARGUMENT. Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus, Cui Mens Lucis inops, Stulta Ruina Dom?s; ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
THE ADDRESS. Where's Friendships Residence? To what unknown New Planet--World is That rare Phoenix flown? Great, and Good GOD! Who ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
MY hungry eyes through greedy couetize, still to behold the obiect of their paine: with no contentment can themselues suffize, ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
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