The Minte of deformities (C G Gent Poems)
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
The First Part'When Flora with her fragrant flowersBedeckt the earth so trim and gaye,And Neptune with his daintye showersCame to ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,You loyall lovers all,And heedfully beare in your brestA gallant ladyes fall.Long was she wooed, ...
As it fell out on a highe holye daye, As many bee in the yeare,When yong men and maides ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
Secretary. Ielowsy.Ielowsy.What a world is this/I trow it be a curstFayne wold I marye/yf ye I durstBut I trow syth ...
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,As many bee in the yeare,When young men and maides together do ...
When Arthur first in court began,And was approved king,By force of armes great victorys wonne,And conquest home did bring;Then into ...
Indulg'd by ev'ry active thought When upwards they wou'd flyNor can Ambition be a fault If plac'd above ...
Du Wonne der Natur.—Schiller.O come away to the woodland bowers, Where the shade is soft and sweet,And pillow the head ...
I woulde it were not as it isOr that I cared not yea or no;I woulde I thoughte it not ...
My life (young Sheepheardesse) for thee Of needes to death must post:But yet my ...
Cou'd we stop the time that's flying Or recall itt when 'tis past Put far off the day of Dying ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
My love and I for kisses play'd, Shee would keepe stake, I was content, But when I wonne shee would ...
Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace, Seeing the game from him escapt away: sits downe to rest him in ...
BE nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind, doth still persist in her rebellious pride: such loue not lyke to lusts ...
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