The Maydens Dreme (Christopher Goodwyn Poems)
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
Be it ryght or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
Devyde my tymes and rate my wretched howresFrom days to months, fro months to many yeers,And than compare my sweetest ...
In court whoso demaundesWhat dame doth most excell;For my conceit I must needes say,Faire Bridges beares the bel. Upon whose ...
Like to the weake estate of a poore friend, To whom sweet fortune hath bene euer slow, VVhich dayly doth ...
O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde, In all thy cavernes canst thou finde A vapor, fume, a gale ...
What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew't me, One of those naked Graces tell That ...
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
'Tis vayne to add a ring or gemme, Your eare itselfe outpasseth them. When idle words are passing here, I ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
My love and I for kisses play'd, Shee would keepe stake, I was content, But when I wonne shee would ...
Loving Sister: every line Of your last letter was so fine With the best mettle, that the grayne Of Scrivener's ...
MY hungry eyes, through greedy couetize, Still to behold the obiect of theyr payne: with no contentment can themselues suffize, ...
SInce I haue lackt the comfort of that light, The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray: I wander ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
MY hungry eyes through greedy couetize, still to behold the obiect of their paine: with no contentment can themselues suffize, ...
LOng languishing in double malady, of my harts wound and of my bodies greife: there came to me a leach ...
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