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... Hart . This piece Warton describes as " a curious picture of the times . " ** - My Ladies Looking glasse , wherein may be discerned a wise man from a foole , a good woman from a bad , and the true resem- blance of vice masked vnder the ...
... Hart . This piece Warton describes as " a curious picture of the times . " ** - My Ladies Looking glasse , wherein may be discerned a wise man from a foole , a good woman from a bad , and the true resem- blance of vice masked vnder the ...
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... hart , E. S ........ The liuely larke did stretche her wyng , E. O. The sainct I serve and have besought , Richard Hill . The subtill slily sleights , M. Edwards * . To die . Dame Nature did man frame , [ Anon . ] . We reade what paines ...
... hart , E. S ........ The liuely larke did stretche her wyng , E. O. The sainct I serve and have besought , Richard Hill . The subtill slily sleights , M. Edwards * . To die . Dame Nature did man frame , [ Anon . ] . We reade what paines ...
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... hart reioyce , When MAY bedeckes eche branch wt greene , eche bird streines forth The liuely sappe creepes up into ye . bloming thorne , ( his voyce , The flowres , which cold in prison kept , now laughes the frost , to scorne . All ...
... hart reioyce , When MAY bedeckes eche branch wt greene , eche bird streines forth The liuely sappe creepes up into ye . bloming thorne , ( his voyce , The flowres , which cold in prison kept , now laughes the frost , to scorne . All ...
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... hart , that erst he wandred in . In Christes flocke let loue be surely plaste , From Christes flocke let concorde hate expell : Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste , As we in Christe , and Christe in us may dwell . Christe is the ...
... hart , that erst he wandred in . In Christes flocke let loue be surely plaste , From Christes flocke let concorde hate expell : Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste , As we in Christe , and Christe in us may dwell . Christe is the ...
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... hart : O ryd the pearcing pricking paynes , of my tormenting smart . O holy Ghost graunt me That I by thee From sinne may purged be . Thou art my God : to thee alone I will commend my cause : Not glittering golde , nor precious stone ...
... hart : O ryd the pearcing pricking paynes , of my tormenting smart . O holy Ghost graunt me That I by thee From sinne may purged be . Thou art my God : to thee alone I will commend my cause : Not glittering golde , nor precious stone ...
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beautie behold birds brest chaunge complaineth Coridon craue cruell Dainty dayes death deedes delight desire Deuises disdaine do'st doeth dooth doth eche Edmund Bolton Edwards England's Helicon euery eyes faine faire farre fauour feare Finis flocks flowers Fortune Freendship giue grace greefe greene griefe happy Harpalus hart hath haue heart heauen heauenly heere Heigh hoe Hey hoe honour hope Ignoto ioye Jasper Heywood kepe leaue liue Lord Lord Vaux loue Loue's louely louers Madrigals maie Michaell Drayton minde moue Muses neuer Nicholas Breton Nimph nought paine Phil Phillida Phillis pitty pleasure poem praise proue Queene reioyce rest saue serue shee Shep Shepheard Shepheardesse shew sighs sing Sith Song sonne Sonnet sorrow soule sunne swaine sweet teares thee Therion thine thing thou thought tree tyme vaine Vaux Venus vertues vnto voyce vpon wight woordes wyll yeeld Yong youth
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Seite 61 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Seite 216 - COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
Seite 154 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Seite 218 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Seite vii - Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast; And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will ye?
Seite 92 - A thing that creeps, it cannot go, A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for one, a thing for moe, And he that proves shall find it so : And, shepherd, this is Love, I trow.
Seite 217 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Seite 28 - ... bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her ; The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye To see what was forbidden : But better memory said, fie...
Seite 92 - Yet what is love, I prithee say ? Fau. It is a work on holiday ; It is December matched with May, When lusty bloods, in fresh array, Hear ten months after of the play ; And this is love as I hear say.
Seite 92 - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.