The Third Booke Of Qvodlibets (Robert Hayman Poems)
Iustice Epigram.Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,And their good Subjects worthily preferre:Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,And those that ...
Iustice Epigram.Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,And their good Subjects worthily preferre:Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,And those that ...
SCEN. 1.Acanthus, Anthophotus.An. Thou speak'st of things beyond beleefe, Acanthus.Ac. Too true it is, I shrewdly feare, For every circumstance makes it appeare That Rhodon ...
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay ...
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hatePerfectly all this towne, yet there's one stateIn all ill things ...
WHen sicke the Body is, and well by fits,Atomes are fighting, but none the better gets.If they agree, then Health ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
In Bath a wanton wife did dwelle,As Chaucer he doth write,Who did in pleasure spend her dayes,And many a fond ...
Now ponder well, you parents deare,These wordes which I shall write;A doleful story you shall heare,In time brought forth to ...
A pleasant song of the valiant deeds of chivalry atchieved by that noble knight Sir Guy of Warwick, who, for ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
Let the mayors daughter of Lin, God wott,He chose her to his wife,And thought with her to have lived in ...
There dwelt a man in faire WestmerlandIonne Armstrong men did him callHe had nither lands nor rents coming inYet he ...
Queene Elianor was a sicke woman,And afraid that she should dye;Then she sent for two fryars of France,To speke with ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
The first day of this month the last hath bin To that deare soule. March never did come in So ...
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