The Bowge of Courte (John Skelton Poems)
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyneBy radyante hete enryped hath our corneWhan luna full of mutabylyteAs Emperes the dyademe ...
Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;For I ...
'I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, 'I am the lasse to blameThough it be soiled and selde clene ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
The suereste state and beste degree Is to possesse mediocritye. By proofe we finde in everye storme The hier tree the sorer torne: The ...
[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste ...
Once in stormes greate A shippe was beate Soe sore with tempestes rage That naughte was able Ancre nor Cable The daunger to assuage. The shippemenne ...
The righteste course in lyfe to keepe Is not to presse alwayes to runne With sayles vppe hoyste in the mayne deepe, Nor ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
Incipit carmen secundum ordinem litterarum alphabeti.Almighty and al merciable queene,To whom that al this world fleeth for socour,To have relees ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
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