Of the vncontented estate of Louers (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Who so attempts to publish and display,Of Cupids thrals the strange & awkward fits,Doth seeke to count the sand amidst ...
Who so attempts to publish and display,Of Cupids thrals the strange & awkward fits,Doth seeke to count the sand amidst ...
Like as the theefe in prison cast, With wofull wayling mones,When hope of pardon cleane is past, And sighes with dolefull grones:So ...
I am what, passion will: a stone, or tree: A mad Hercuba or sad Niobe. For who can see such ruines, and ...
When ragyng loue with extreme payne Most cruelly distrains my hart: When that my teares, as floudes of rayne, Beare witnes of my ...
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 ...
The modest sinner stood behind, Who whilome wont with amorous belgardes, To captivate each wanton mind; But now in humble sort, she earth ...
She alone of ShepherdessesWith her blue disdayning eyes,Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dressesAll his lute in sighes:Yet to winneKatheryn,I ...
She alone of ShepherdessesWith her blue disdayning eyes,Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dressesAll his lute in sighes:Yet to winneKatheryn,I ...
O stay mine eyes shed not these fruitlesse teares,Since hope is past to win you back againe,That treasure which being ...
It is not Love which you poore fooles do deeme,That doth appeare by fond and outward showesOf kissing, toying, or ...
This was for youth, Strength, Mirth, and wit that Time Most count their golden Age; but t'was not thine. Thine was thy ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past',Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise,Then did their foes encrease soe fast,That to ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
When heapes of heauie hap, had fild my harte right full, And sorrow set forth pensiuenes, my ioyes away ...
April is past, then do not shed, Nor do not waste in vain, ...
Come hither shepherd's swayne:"Sir, what do you require?"I praye thee, shewe to me thy name."My name is Fond Desire."When wert ...
When men for injuryes unsatisfy'd, For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd, For legacies in vain expected, mourne ...
VNquiet thought, whom at the first I bred, Of th'inward bale of my loue pined hart: and sithens haue with ...
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