#English #Renaissance
Three things there be that prosper… And flourish, whilst they grow asu… But on a day, they meet all in one… And when they meet, they one anoth… And they be these: the wood, the w…
What is our life? A play of passi… Our mirth the music of division, Our mother’s wombs the tiring—hous… Where we are dressed for this shor… Heaven the judicious sharp spectat…
Prais’d be Diana’s fair and harml… Prais’d be the dews wherewith she… Prais’d be her beams, the glory of… Prais’d be her power by which all… Prais’d be her nymphs with whom sh…
Now Serena be not coy, Since we freely may enjoy Sweet embraces, such delights, As will shorten tedious nights. Think that beauty will not stay
Give me my scallop shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope’s true gage…
Go, soul, the body’s guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die,
Now what is Love, I pray thee, te… It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwel… It is, perhaps, the sauncing bell That tolls all into heaven or hell…
Nature, that washed her hands in m… And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and sil… At love’s request to try them, If she a mistress could compose
I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. The Rich were not aware of it;
Farewell, false love, the oracle o… A mortal foe and enemy to rest, An envious boy, from whom all care… A bastard vile, a beast with rage… A way of error, a temple full of t…
If all the world and love were you… And truth in every Shepherd’s ton… These pretty pleasures might me mo… To live with thee, and be thy love… Time drives the flocks from field…
If Cynthia be a queen, a princess… Keep these among the rest, or say… For those that like, expound, and… Meanings according as their minds… For writing what thou art, or show…
Rise, O my soul! with thy desires… And with divinest contemplation us… Thy time, when time’s eternity is… And let vain thoughts no more thy… But down in darkness let them lie;
Our great work, the Otia Merseian… Edited by learned Mister Sampson, And supported by Professor Woodwa… Is financed by numerous Bogus Mee… Hastily convened by Kuno Meyer
WRONG not, sweet empress of my h… The merit of true passion, With thinking that he feels no sma… That sues for no compassion. Silence in love bewrays more woe
