Rhodon And Iris. Act V (Ralph Knevet Poems)
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.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 ...
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
(Lord) all the praise, Which I can attribute to thee, Is like a sparke, added to the sunnes rayes, Or droppe of water, ...
The King of Heaven, the Conquerour Of Earth, and Hell, mounts on An Asse, which never did before, Weare bridle, or caparison: For t'was ...
Soule Nor wealthy mines, nor mineralls I seeke: My thoughts are low, and meeke, And like a tender leeke Both white, and greene; Though ...
Hee that seekes gold, or pearle, must delve, or dive, And descend toward Hell: Thus things, for which the world doth chiefely ...
What medlye Linsy wolsye stuffe Am I made of? I had bene good, and ill enough, If my desires had bene fulfill'd: But God ...
T'was time to rise, My Saviour knock't, But I was rock't Asleepe, by lusts, and vanityes: And when I wak'd, My self I found, Environ'd round By ...
What magicke spell Confines mee to this Circle wide? What characters devis'd by arts of Hell, Have my affections to this prison ty'd? This ...
Bury'd alive I dwell (Like a defiled Vestall) in a cell: This habitation is Better, then Hell: Here solitude I kisse, And mende what is ...
Chorus./ Prais'd bee our Great Creatour, Angells./ In the skyes. Men./ In earth and water. Cho./ Who doth not his workes despise An. Us Hee ...
Man is no Microcosme, and they detract From his dimensions, who apply This narrow terme to his immensitye: Heaven, Earth, and Hell, in ...
Th' unactive Element, In Man is most predominant: Earth is his belov'd home, and his content: Hee well could heavenly gloryes want, If Hell, ...
One blindfold went, upon the narrow ridge, Of a steepe bridge, Which with an arched bitte, did curbe, and chappe A fomeing flood: Hee ...
Gold is the chiefest labour of the sunne: Gemmes are his artifice: His beames intrude Upon the darke Abysse, and Mansion Of the ...
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