Poems found: 65
HAPPIE IS HE THAT FROM A FAIRE VOYAGE
I HATE THE FLORENTINES' PELF-HUNTYNGE RACE
IF LYFE'S FULL SPAN BE BUT A DAYE THAT'S SPED
IFF ALL MY THOUGHTES WERE OPEN UNTO YOW
LETT THOSE THAT LYVE IN LOVE, LAMENT THE LOVERS FIRRS
MY WERYE GHOOSTE CHARGED WITH TO HIGHE DESYRE
NOT THE WILD WRATH OF FLAMES THAT SKYWARD SHOOT
SLEEPE THAT MOST HEAVENLYE OF ALL BOONES IS DEEMED
STRANGER THAT SEEKEST ROME IN ROME, AND NOUGHT
THAT TO REVIVE WHICH WRONGE OF TYME MIGHT WEARE
THE BERECYNTHIAN IN HER CHARIOT
WHEN I COULD TASTE (AS NOWE NO MORE MAYE BE)
A THRESHER OF WHEAT TO THE WYNDES
OF A WINNOWER OF WHEAT TO THE WINDS
WINNOWER OF WHEAT TO THE WINDS
FAUSTINA WERE MORE SUITABLY NAMED PANDORA
HEUREUX QUI, COMME ULYSSE, A FAIT UN BEAU VOYAGE
LAS, OU EST MAINTENANT CE MESPRIS DE FORTUNE
SONNET, FR. THE BOOK OF REGRETS