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.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 ...
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile ...
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) Hee, who goes about to find Thy pow'r, and bounds would to it sett, As soone may manacle the winde, Or aire ...
(Lord) all the praise, Which I can attribute to thee, Is like a sparke, added to the sunnes rayes, Or droppe of water, ...
(Oh Lord) how can I observe thy commands, Since I have neither heart, nor hands, I want both eares, and eyes: The facultyes, Of ...
A middle way some did attempte to find, T'wixt Truth, and Falsity: But They their Logicke lost, or left behind, And their philosophye, When ...
I am what, passion will: a stone, or tree: A mad Hercuba or sad Niobe. For who can see such ruines, and ...
When Phoebus is ascendent in the morne, With the old Archer, or cold Capricorne, The world remaines forlorne: The Birds, are then as ...
When I (at Rome) beheld poore people fall, Before brasse, stone, and paper painted, Yea every metall, and materiall, That canonized was, and ...
The glorious sunne forgetts his birth, And couples with the humble earth, Her wombe impregnates with warme showres, Produceing fruites and flowres: This an ...
Some may occasion snatch to carpe, Sayeing that I have sung to Nero's Harpe, And therefore am for Davids most unfitt, Which piety ...
Our eyes are veyl'd with flesh and bloud: Wee cannot see, What hath relation to our good: Our judgements bee Benighted by the world: ...
Oh whether shall I flye? To Hills or Valleys: Where shall I hidden lye? T'escape the malice, Of my pursuers hote. No Mountaine high, No vale, ...
And here too growes a Tree, that may in time Beare golden Apples, in a colder clime Then is Hesperia in; for ...
Thou that art farre more worthy of the bayes, Daigne to assist my home-spunne untun'd layes With gracious censure, for upon thy ...
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