7 (Song 1) (Mary Wroth Poems)
The spring now come at lastTo Trees, Fields, to Flowres,And meadowes makes to tasteHis pride, while sad showresWhich from mine ...
Mary Wroth Poems on Pride (4 Poems)
91 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sweet, let me enjoy thy sightMore cleare, more bright then morning Sun,Which in Spring-time giues delightAnd by which Summers pride ...
39 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Take heed mine eyes, how you your looks doe cast,Lest they betray my hearts most secret thought:Be true unto your ...
Sonnet 35 (Mary Wroth Poems)
False hope, which feeds but to destroy, and spillWhat it first breeds, unnatural to the birthOf thine own womb; conceiving ...