Poems found: 100
DECAYDE I FYNDE MY FAVOR AND MY FATE
DOWNE CAME DESIRE FROM HEAVEN THIS OTHER DAYE
FALSE CRAESSYDE HAVE YOW CHAUNGDE YOUR MYNDE
FROM WHENCE DOTH THIS PROCEADE
FROM YOUR FAYRE EYES THE KENDLYNGE SPARKS WERE SENT
FULL LYTLE KNOWES MY DEARE AND SWEETESTE FRYNDE
HARDE IS THE HAPP WHERTO MY LYFE IS BOWNDE
HE THAT CANN NUMBER BY HIS SKILL OR PAYNE
HENCEFORTH I WILL NOTT SETT MY LOVE
HOW DURSTE A SELYE PAYNTER UNDERTAKE
IF MORTALL MEN SO GREVOUS PAYNES WOULD TASTE
IFF THIS BE LOVE, TO FYXE THE EYES ONN GROWNDE
IN THAT FAIRE FACE OF YOURS WHERE JOYES SO RYFFE DOO
ITT GLADDES THE HARTE TO SEE FAIRE PHOEBUS RYSE
LET CASTYLS PHILLIP GRATEFULLY CONFESS
LIKE AS THE ADAMANTE BY VERTUE STRAUNGE
LOVE AS A PRYNCE TO SHEW HIS POWER AND MYGHT
LYKE AS THE PRINCELY FAULCON ON THE FYRST FEEDYNGE
MARS AND THE MUSES WEARE ATT MORTALL STRYE
MY HARTE I HAVE OFTYMES BYDD THE BEWARE
MY MISTRS WAVERINGE MYND FULL WELL COMPARE I MIGHT
MY MYNDE DESYROUS OFF MY BODIES WRACKE
MYGHTYE IS DEATH AND MIGHTIE SHEE LYKEWISE
MYNE EYES THINKE YOW THAT STILL MYNE EYES YOW ARE
O FAYRE AND CRUELL HANDE THAT ME ENCHAYNDE
O LOVE HOW MY SWEETE MISTRES IN BEWTY ALL EXCELLETHE
OF LOVE FAYNE WOOLDE I FRAME MY STYLE
ONCE AS I DYD CONTEMPLATE WITH MYN EYES
PRODIGALL WAS NATURE FRUITFULL AND DEWYNE
RESTORE AGAYNE THAT COLLOURE TO THE GOLDE
RETIRE FROM ME YOW PENSIVE THOUGHTS AWHILE
SENCE COURSE OF KINDE ORDAYNES ITT TO BE SO
SOME WILL COMMEND AND PRAYSE THEIR MISTRES CRISPED HAYRE
THAT YEELDS YOW DUE PRAYSE I AM THE MEANEST OF MAYNE
THE FAYREST SCORNYNGE TO SEE MY LYBERTYE
THE GENTELL SEASON OF THE YEARE
THE LYTLE DROPPES OFF RAINE THAT FALL FROM HYE
THE PRISONE SWEET THAT CAPTYVE HOLDES MY MYNDE
THE UNRYPE FRUYTS OF WANTON YOUTHES DESYRE
TO FRAME A SADD DISCOURSE OF LANGUYSSHINGE DESYRE
TO MY UNSPOTTED FAYTH I MAY COMPARE
TO THE GREATE MACEDON MY FAYRE QUEEN I COMPARE
VAUNTINGE SOMETYMES HOW I HAD BYNN A THRALLE
WHAT FIER ENCREASTE BY RAGE OF WYNDE
WHAT MAN ON EARTH DOTH LYVE LIKE ME
WHAT WAS IS NOTT: WHAT MAY SHALBEE
WHEARE HAP OR HARME SHALL ME BETYD
WHEN I COMPLAYNE I DOO BUTT FAYNE
WHEN YOW SHALL HAVE A HARTE FRAUGHTE FULL OF LOVE
WHER LEASTE OF ALL I DYD SUSSPECTE
WHILSTE HOPE HIGH HONNORS PLACE TO HAVE
WHO HATH RELEASED YOW MYNE EYES FROM GRIEFE
WHO WOULDE MORE SWEETE CONTENTMENT CRAVE
WHOM LOVE COMMAUNDES AND HOLDES AS HUMBLE THRALL
WHY WERE MYNE EYES SO FOREWARDE TO MY HARME
WITH HIS OWNE HANDE DYD LOVE HER FEATURE FRAME
WOOLDE I WERE CHANGDE INTO THAT GOLDEN SHOWRE
YEE HEAVYE SIGHES DRAWNE WITH MY LATEST BREATH
YF EVER I DOE TRIBUTE YEELDE AGAYNE
YF TEARES AVAYLE TO EASE THE GRYVED MYNDE
YF THEIS MY HUMBLE LYNES THY PRESENCE TO TO BOLDELY
YFF OTHER LOVE THEN YOURS DO LODGE WITHIN MY BRESTE
YOUR SELFE THE SONNE, AND I THE MELTINGE FROSTE
AN ECOLOGE BETWEN A SHEPHEARDE AND A HEARDMAN
AN NEW YEARES GUIFT TO THE KINGS MAJESTIE
THE CONCLUSION TO THE KINGS MAJESTIE
THE LAMENTATION OF RICHMOND; SONNET
THE OLYMPIAN CATASTROPHE: TO THE PRINCES .. ELIZABETHS GRACE
THE OLYMPIAN CATASTROPHE: TO THE QUEENES MAJESTYE
THE OLYMPIAN CATASTROPHE: TO THE READER
UPON THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG LORD HARRINGTON
VERSES OF THE QUEENES ARMES BEINGE THE THREE LYONS
VERSES SUNG TO QUEEN ELIZABETH BY A MERMEAD
VERSES TO BEE SETT OVER THE ROSE AND THISLE
VERSES TO BEE SETT OVER THE THREE CROWNED PLUMES
WRITTEN UPON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE PRINCE HENRIE