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.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 ...
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
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) all the praise, Which I can attribute to thee, Is like a sparke, added to the sunnes rayes, Or droppe of water, ...
Disrob'd by Sinne, expos'd to the cold aire, Of dire dispaire, I sighe I grone: Famish'd for want of heav'nly sustenance, My spirit faints, And ...
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 ...
God, with the breath of life did mee inspire, And in the world mee landed, where, I like a stranger could but ...
Let them, who doe attempt both day and night, To sacke the fort of reason, Perverting Natures lawes, and order quite, Misuseing Time, ...
Some, sermons preache, as if they yet had not That old Comedians Aphorisme forgott, Which they in unripe yeares at schoole did ...
The subtile Adder doth refuse to heare Th' Inchanters sound, But layes one eare, Unto the ground, And stoppes the other with his venom'd ...
I want a volubility of tongue, To trafficke for applause; Although I know the lawes And rights of rhetoricke: I am not strung For ...
When I (at Rome) beheld poore people fall, Before brasse, stone, and paper painted, Yea every metall, and materiall, That canonized was, and ...
I blesse those calmes, Which gave me leisure, For to endite these holy psalmes, In stead of songs of pleasure. I praise my God, ...
This is the time, when that the Druid's sage, Their mysticke Mistleto, Divided to The superstitious Vulgar, as a gage Of future happynes, And good ...
When Butterflyes, and Prizes vaine I spye, In silke wormes labours clad, That a faire tincture had From silly wormes likewise: then presently, I ...
The barbr'ous Turkes, are Men of the long robe; Yet on the surface of the earthly globe, Scarce any Nation is, So ignorant ...
Oh what fraile things Are Kings? They seeme immortall Gods, Yet have their periods: And must take harbour in that cell, Where wormes unhospitall doe ...
While that my knees doe bowe unto my God, And my officious tongue doth pray, My heart seduced by some fancyes odde, Doth ...
The glorious sunne forgetts his birth, And couples with the humble earth, Her wombe impregnates with warme showres, Produceing fruites and flowres: This an ...
The modest sinner stood behind, Who whilome wont with amorous belgardes, To captivate each wanton mind; But now in humble sort, she earth ...
I lately in a garden GREWE, But was nor Charity, nor REWE, But rather an unhappy EWE. Then Heaven upon my branches FROWND, And ...
God mee a Rubye gave, And I therein, Desir'd t'ingrave, Some Imprese fine. The world did mee advise, There to display, High dignityes, And honours gay: Or treasures ...
Hee, and no judge, that never had the skill With words, one better then himselfe to kill: Nor ere did lay a ...
Griefe seas'd upon my soule, No holy griefe, But griefe profane, and foule, Hee like a Thiefe Invaded mee by night, but one more ...
Thou that art made of better temperd clay, Then Titan ere made any; who dost pay Thy youth to time, with greater ...
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