To Cynthia, On A Mistresse For His Rivals (Francis Kynaston Poems)
Can I not have a Mistresse of my owne, But that as soone ...
Can I not have a Mistresse of my owne, But that as soone ...
Give me leave (fairest Cynthia) to envy Thy looking glasse farre happyer then ...
Say (sweetest) whether thou didst use me well, If when in my hearts ...
Expect not (lovely Cynthia) yet from me Lines like thy fairest selfe, so ...
Beeing thy servant Cynthia, 'tis my duty To make thy name as glorious ...
If thou a reason dost desire to know, My (dearest Cynthia) why I ...
Dear Cynthia, though thou bear'st the name Of the pale Queen of night, ...
Let Lovers that like honey flies After balme dropping showres ...
Till now I doubted whether love, or sight Of thy dear beauties (Cynthia) ...
Do not conceale thy radiant eyes, The starre-light of serenest skies, ...
Must I beleeve (sweet Cynthia) that the flame Hath light, and heat had ...
Looke not upon me with those lovely Eyes, From whom there flies ...
Those (Cynthia) that do taste the honey-dew, Of thy moist rosie lips, (who ...
When pure refined Gold is made in Coine, And Silver is put to't ...
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
Wonder not Cynthia, thou who art Thy selfe a wonder, whose each part ...
What sweetnesse is in fruits, in Nectorine, Peach, cherry, apricocke, those lips of ...
Giving thee once a visit of respect, Because I some affaires could not ...
Forgive me Cynthia, if (as Poets use, When they some divine Beauty would ...
April is past, then do not shed, Nor do not waste in vain, ...
There is no sense, that I should write a line On such a ...
VVho Lucrine Lakes or Neros Ponds commends. Admire a Northerne King, whose work ...
Wert thou as kinde as thou art faire, All men might have a ...
That Island which disdain'd the Roman Lords, Greater then which wide Thetis none ...
While the Queene revels, Cynthia Queen of night Withdraws & lyes drown'd in ...
Thou warlike nation whom Achaius tyed In league, and made our house of ...
Faire Goddesse, honour of the Borbons name, You are not wrong'd, no faith ...
The wealth which others seeke for beyond seas, By the Gods gift your ...
Twice hath bright Cynthia wan'd, twice fill'd her round, Since England with continuall ...
VVhile a short stay, short way divides us twaine, Nor yet of me, ...
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