Author: Thomas Proctor (Poet)Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : English poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 280
Book Description
A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions (1578)
Author: Thomas Proctor (Poet)Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : English poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 280
Book Description
A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions (1578)
Author: Thomas Proctor (Poet)Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 245
Book Description
A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions
Author: Thomas ProctorPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : English poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 0
Book Description
A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions (1578)
Author: Thomas Proctor (Poet)A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions
Author: Hyder E. RollinsPublisher:
ISBN: 9780849545153
Category :
Languages : en
Pages :
Book Description
A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions (1578)
Author: Hyder Edward RollinsPublisher:
ISBN: 9780674431737
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 0
Book Description
GORGEOUS GALLERY OF GALLANT INVENTIONS
Author: A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions, 1578. Edited by Hyder E. Rollins
Author: Thomas Proctor (Poet)A Handefull of Pleasant Delites
Author: Clement RobinsonPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : Ballads, English
Languages : en
Pages : 152
Book Description
A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions, 1578
Author: Owen RoydonPublisher:
ISBN: 9780854176830
Category : English poetry (Collections)
Languages : en
Pages : 124
Book Description
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3 r That same I would might turne unto thy most mischeife, That in thy life thy hart may feele, the smart of others greefe. But sith no good can come of thy mishap to mee, I graunt some blame I doo deserve, that thus desire to see Thy blisfull life so changde, from weale to wretched state; When freendes do breake the bonde of love, then is their greatest hate. Thy deedes do sure deserve much more revenging spight Then hart can thinke, or tongue can tel, or this my pen can wright. Thy bewty bright is sutch, that well it would invade A hart more hard then tigar wilde, and more it can perswade, Then Tullyes cunning tongue, or Ovids loving tale; Well may I curse and ban them both, that so have brewed my bale. I feare to praise to far, least haply I begin To kindle fier that well is quencht, and burne mee all within. For well I may compare, and boldly dare it say, Thou art the queene of women kinde, and all they ought obay. And all for shame doo blush, when thou doost come in place, They curse ech thing that gave thee life, and more disdain thy face Then any livyng wight doth hate the serpent foule, Or birdes, that singe and flies by day, abhors the shrikyng owle. Oh that a constant minde had guided forth thy dayes: I had not then assayd myshap, nor pen spoke thy disprayse. Decreed sith that thou art for ever to forsake mee, In sorrows sweete I wil me shrine, till death shall list to take mee. Bewayle, O woful eyes with fluds of flowing teares, This great mischaunce, thy lothsome life, that all ill hap up beares. Since parted is your ioy, resigne likewise your sight, I never will agree to like or looke on other wight: Nor never shall my mouth consent to pleasant sound, But pale and leane, with hollow lookes, till dea...