Rhodon And Iris. Act I (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
If any man, or maid, or child, wou'd fainThe life to come, eternal life! attain —Christ let him seek with ...
Flood.See Deluge.-- Eridanus supreme of FloodsRush'd thro' the Forests, tore the lofty Woods,And rolling onward with a sweepy Sway,Bore Houses, ...
O God of justice, health's immortal Sire!Thou Judge of all! thou raiser of the low!O hear my suit, and grant ...
Yee that would heare a Story straunge To this example rare, Attentiuely take heede:Which pictures heere, before your face, A worthy wight indeede.A ...
Fair one, why cannot you an old man love?He may as useful, and more constant prove.Experience shews you that maturer ...
Hence away, thou Syren, leave me!Pish! unclaspe these wanton armes;Sugred words can ne'er deceive me,(Though thou prove a thousand charmes).Fie, ...
Shall I, wasting in despaire,Dye because a woman's faire?Or make pale my cheeks with care'Cause another's rosie are?Be shee fairer ...
CHA. W.W. Charon! thou slave! thou fooll! thou cavaleer!CHA. A slave! a fool! what traitor's voice I hear?W. Come bring ...
Splendidis longum valedico nugis.Farewell fond Love, under whose childish whip,I have serv'd out a weary Prentiship;Thou that hast made me ...
(Kind Gentlemen) Souldiers, or Clarkes, or both My Muse as gentle greetes you well (in troth) And tels you shee can't wooe ...
The woefull lamentation of Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometime king Edward IV. his concubine. To the tune ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
Who is the honest man?He that doth still and strongly good pursue,To God, his neighbour, and himself most true: ...
As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thought a starre did shoot into my lap. I rose, and ...
I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My ...
A lover of late was I, For Cupid would have it soe,The boy that hath never an eye,As every man ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
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