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.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
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 ...
Errours of youth. How did my sorowes mount above My hopes, and threate Me to defeate, While I did wander in a grove, Through crooked ...
Retreate (sad passions) to your chanels now, Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow: Griefes, (which distinguish Mortals from the Gods) Ought to be ...
Soule Nor wealthy mines, nor mineralls I seeke: My thoughts are low, and meeke, And like a tender leeke Both white, and greene; Though ...
(Peace) whether ar't thou fled? Thy native soyle Is Christendome: Into what unknowne Ile Ar't Thou retir'd from us? What made thee to estrange ...
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 ...
Oh that my unrelenting eyes, Could like two headed Jordan flow, Who doth in swelling pride arise, Enrich'd by Lebanons warme snow. The Cocke ...
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 ...
(Lord) in my Creede I find it not, That Thou dids't downe to Limbo goe: The Scripture mentions no such grotte, Though thy ...
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 ...
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, ...
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