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 ...
SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv'd love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all ...
SCEN. 1.Acanthus, Anthophotus.An. Thou speak'st of things beyond beleefe, Acanthus.Ac. Too true it is, I shrewdly feare, For every circumstance makes it appeare That Rhodon ...
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Po. Bold foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos'd to the world's eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
When Hils, and Valleys, wrap't in sheets of snow, Did pennance for their summer luxury, And Winter old unto the world did ...
Retreate (sad passions) to your chanels now, Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow: Griefes, (which distinguish Mortals from the Gods) Ought to be ...
(Lord) cease this direfull tintamarre Of civill warre: The bellowing drumme, and trumpet shrill, Are musicke meete, Rather for flameing Sinai Hill, Then Sion sweet. The ...
While I did narrowly investigate, The race, and linage of my sinnes, I found that sinne, and I were twinnes, Begotten, and brought ...
(Faire naked Amazon) Invincible in force, Earths Martyr, but Heavens Minion, Religions source, The Mistris of the intellect, A Mistris without blemish, or defect. Great Monosyllable, The ...
Lord winnowe mee from the vile dust Of vaine desires: Refine mee from my drosse, and rust, In gentle fires, Let mee not perish ...
Many their language labour to correct, And for to speake in the best dialect, But few, or none contend Their lives t'amend. Logicke, the ...
I Sent my Muse unto the house of fame, Of her to enquire out some Honourd name Worthy of my Verse, and ...
Thou, that dost know thy Starres, canst calculate Thy geniture, and see to what end fate Did lend thee to the earth; ...
My heart is broken (oh my God) Breake mee not like a potters vessell, Bruse mee not with an iron rodde, But forme ...
Arts are th' Egyptian Handmaydes, to the Queene Of sciences: Moses the chiefe of Prophets, and of Men, Did these possesse: Our moderation must ...
If many yeeres in honours service spent; If vertues suting with a brave descent, Can give true lustre to a Name; then ...
Teach me the art of teares, Thou Lord of joy, learne mee to swimme in sorow, Both at this present, and to ...
Thou, that of all parts, Merits't to bee call'd, The Roome, and Armarye of arts, Which in Thee are wall'd, There by the intellect ...
The King of Pyrrhus shewd the Muses nine And Phoebus portraited by sculpture fine: But thou faire Knight-hoods fairer ornament Conspicuously dost to ...
If my devout Muse could ever bring Ought worth acceptance, or an offering Unto thy Vertue, justly I might deeme My selfe thrice ...
Since are no thriving arts: but whats well gain'd May with much comfort, and long be retain'd, But Justice oft cryes ...
Some of thy wealth talke, but I praise thy wit, And many worthy vertues gracing it. But thy great love to Arts, ...
Want in a plentie is too rife with us; So in the streame chin-deepe stands Tantalus Wooing the coye Apples: and tis ...
As doth the purple headed rose prickt in The tender bosome, of the Paphian Queene, All beauties of the Garden farre out ...
You are the man, that well descerne what betters An high fortune, and can preferre good letters Before those painted plumes, which ...
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