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.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 ...
(Oh Lord) how can I observe thy commands, Since I have neither heart, nor hands, I want both eares, and eyes: The facultyes, Of ...
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 ...
(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 ...
God, with the breath of life did mee inspire, And in the world mee landed, where, I like a stranger could but ...
The world Nobility doth measure, By acres, or by bagges of treasure: And some with more apparent sense, Doe it compute by long ...
Let them, who doe attempt both day and night, To sacke the fort of reason, Perverting Natures lawes, and order quite, Misuseing Time, ...
If Man knew his own blisse, Or all his capabilityes, Hee would not nayled bee to this low Center, Of earthly pleasures, But would ...
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 ...
Self love's th' Arcadian streame, A brittle Lookeinglasse, A transitory dreame, Of what nor is, nor shall ere come to passe. How doth it ...
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 ...
Th' obdurate Adamant disdaines to feele The hardest Chesills edge; Submitting neither unto stone, nor steele; Yet many doe alleadge, That the warme bloud ...
When Butterflyes, and Prizes vaine I spye, In silke wormes labours clad, That a faire tincture had From silly wormes likewise: then presently, I ...
While on my self I doe reflect, I spy a brittle House of clay, With many imperfections deck't, Which while I labour to ...
Man's destin'd for eternall blisse, or paine; And shall wee for a momentaneous blast Of secular delights, neclect to gaine Beatitude, which shall ...
Telle me (my Soule) how doth thy comfort flow? Ech. Low What thoughts dos't Thou retaine of Melancholy? E. Holy What made thine holy ...
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