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To My Most Dearly-loved Friend Henery Reynolds Esquire, Of Poets & Poesy To My Most Dearly-loved Friend Henery Reynolds Esquire, Of Poets & Poesy

To My Most Dearly-loved Friend Henery Reynolds Esquire, Of Poets & Poesy
My dearly loved friend how oft have we, In winter evenings (meaning to be free,) To some well-chosen place used to retire; And there with moderate meat, and wine, and fire, Have past the hours contentedly with chat, Now talk of this, and then discours'd of that, Spoke our own verses 'twixt ourselves, if not Other mens lines, which we by chance had got, Or some Stage pieces famous long before, Of which your... Poems - Post by : 52720 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2118

To My Noble Friend Mr. William Brown, Of The Evil Time To My Noble Friend Mr. William Brown, Of The Evil Time

To My Noble Friend Mr. William Brown, Of The Evil Time
Deare friend, be silent and with patience see,What this mad times Catastrophe will be;The worlds first Wisemen certainly mistookThemselves, and spoke things quite beside the book,And that which they have of said of God, untrue,Or else expect strange judgement to ensue.This Isle is a mere Bedlam, and therein,We all lie raving, mad in every sinn,And him the wisest most men use to call,Who doth (alone) the maddest thing of all; He whom the master of all wisdom found,For a marked fool, and so did him propound,The time we live in, to that pass is brought,That only he a Censor now is... Poems - Post by : luckycat - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2268

An Elegy Upon The Death Of The Lady Penelope Clifton An Elegy Upon The Death Of The Lady Penelope Clifton

An Elegy Upon The Death Of The Lady Penelope Clifton
Must I needs write, who's he that can refuse, He wants a mind, for her that hath no Muse, The thought of her doth heav'nly rage inspire, Next powerful, to those cloven tongues of fire. Since I knew aught, time never did allow Me stuff fit for an Elegy, till now; When France and England's HENRIES dy'd, my quill, Why, I know not, but it that time lay still. 'Tis more then greatness that my... Poems - Post by : roylee - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2512

Upon The Three Sons Of The Lord Sheffield, Drowned In Humber Upon The Three Sons Of The Lord Sheffield, Drowned In Humber

Upon The Three Sons Of The Lord Sheffield, Drowned In Humber
Light Sonnets hence, and to loose Lovers fly, And mournful Maidens sing an Elegie On those three SHEFFIELDS, over-whelm'd with waves, Whose loss the tears of all the Muses craves; A thing so full of pitty as this was, Me thinks for nothing should not slightly pass. Treble this loss was, why should it not borrow, Through this Isle's treble parts, a treble sorrow: But Fate did this, to let the world to know,... Poems - Post by : prpz4954 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 1721

To The Noble Lady, The Lady I.s. Of Worldly Crosses To The Noble Lady, The Lady I.s. Of Worldly Crosses

To The Noble Lady, The Lady I.s. Of Worldly Crosses
Madam, to shew the smoothness of my vain, Neither that I would have you entertain The time in reading me, which you would spend In fair discourse with some known honest friend, I write not to you. Nay, and which is more, My powerful verses strive not to restore, What time and sickness have in you impair'd, To other ends my Elegy is squar'd. Your beauty, sweetness, and your graceful parts That... Poems - Post by : Sharonski2 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2625

To Master George Sandys To Master George Sandys

To Master George Sandys
To Master George Sandys, Treasurer for the English Colony in VIRGINIA Friend, if you think my Papers may supply You, with some strange omitted Novelty, Which others' Letters yet have left untold, You take me off, before I can take hold Of you at all; I put not thus to Sea, For two months Voyage to Virginia, With news which now, a little something here, But will be nothing ere it can come there.... Poems - Post by : rbecker - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2426

Of His Ladies Not Comming To London Of His Ladies Not Comming To London

Of His Ladies Not Comming To London
That ten-yeares-travelled Greek returned from SeaNe'er joyd so much to see his Ithaca,As I should you, who are alone to me,More then wide Greece could to that wanderer be.The winter winds still Easterly do keep,And with keen Frosts have chained up the deep,The Sun's to us a niggard of his Rays,But revelleth with our Antipodes;And seldom to us when he shows his head,Muffled in vapours, he straight hies to bed. In those bleak mountains can you live where snowMaketh the vales up to the hills to grow;Whereas mens breathes do instantly congeal,And attom'd mists turn instantly to hail;Belike you think, from... Poems - Post by : caramelsho - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2964

Ode 8 (sing We The Rose) Ode 8 (sing We The Rose)

Ode 8 (sing We The Rose)
Sing we the Rose Than which no flower there grows Is sweeter: And aptly her compare With what in that is rare A parallel none meeter. Or made poses, Of this that incloses Such blisses, That naturally flusheth As she blusheth When she is robbed of kisses. Or if strewed When with... Poems - Post by : 84xads - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 865

Ode 4 (to My Worthy Friend, Master John Savage Of The Inner Temple) Ode 4 (to My Worthy Friend, Master John Savage Of The Inner Temple)

Ode 4 (to My Worthy Friend, Master John Savage Of The Inner Temple)
Upon this sinful earth If man can happy be, And higher then his birth, (Friend) take him thus from me. Whom promise not deceives That he the breach should rue, Nor constant reason leaves Opinion to pursue. To raise his mean estate That sooths no wanton's sin, Doth that preferment hate That virtue doth not win. Nor bravery doth admire, Nor doth... Poems - Post by : yoshino - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2996

To The Cambro-britans And Their Harp, His Ballad Of Agincourt To The Cambro-britans And Their Harp, His Ballad Of Agincourt

To The Cambro-britans And Their Harp, His Ballad Of Agincourt
Fair stood the Wind for France, When we our Sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance, Longer will tarry; But putting to the Main, At Kaux, the Mouth of Seine, With all his Martial Train, Landed King HARRY. And taking many a Fort, Furnished in Warlike sort, Marcheth tow'rds Agincourt, In happy hour;... Poems - Post by : peter2002 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 1075

A Hymn To His Ladies Birth-place A Hymn To His Ladies Birth-place

A Hymn To His Ladies Birth-place
Coventry, that do'st adornThe Country wherein I was born,Yet therein lies not thy praiseWhy I should crown thy Towers with Bays:'Tis not thy Wall, me to thee wedsThy Ports, nor thy proud Pyramids,Nor thy Trophies of the Boar,But that She which I adore,Which scarce Goodness self can pair,First their breathing blest thy Air; IDEA, in which Name I hideHer, in my heart Deified,For what good, Man's mind can see,Only her IDEAS be;She, in whom the Virtues cameIn Womans shape, and took her Name,She so far past Imitation,As but Nature our CreationCould not alter, she had aimed,More then Woman to have framed:... Poems - Post by : Ian_Traynor - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2108

To His Coy Love To His Coy Love

To His Coy Love
A CANZONET I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the Heart you gave me, I but in vain that Saint adore, That can, but will not save me: These poor half Kisses kill me quite; Was ever man thus served? Amidst an Ocean of Delight, For Pleasure to be starved. Show me no more those Snowy Breasts, With... Poems - Post by : homebizfanatic - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2795

The Crier The Crier

The Crier
Good Folke, for Gold or Hire, But help me to a Crier; For my poor Heart is run astray After two Eyes, that passe'd this way. O yes, O yes, O yes, If there be any Man, In Town or Country, can Bring me my Heart again, I'll please him for his pain;... Poems - Post by : Amber_Jalink - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 1675

A Skeltoniad A Skeltoniad

A Skeltoniad
The Muse should be sprightly, Yet not handling lightly Things grave; as much loath, Things that be slight, to cloath Curiously: To retain The Comeliness in mean, Is true Knowledge and Wit. Not me forced Rage doth fit, That I thereto should lack Tobacco, or need Sack, Which to the colder Brain Is the true Hyppocrene; Nor did I ever care For... Poems - Post by : punter - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2339

To His Rival To His Rival

To His Rival
Her loved I most, By thee that's lost, Though she were won with leisure; She was my gain, But to my pain, Thou spoilest me of my Treasure. The Ship full fraught With Gold, far sought, Though ne'r so wisely helmed, May suffer wrack In sailing back, By Tempest over-whelmed.... Poems - Post by : badcat1 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 1678

His Defence Against The Idle Critic His Defence Against The Idle Critic

His Defence Against The Idle Critic
The Ryme nor mars, nor makes, Nor addeth it, nor takes, From that which we propose; Things imaginary Do so strangely vary, That quickly we them lose. And what's quickly begot, As soone again is not, This do I truely know: Yea, and what's born with pain, That Sense doth long'st retain, Gone with a greater Flow.... Poems - Post by : Kari_LaBarge - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 568

To The Virginian Voyage To The Virginian Voyage

To The Virginian Voyage
You brave Heroic minds, Worthy your Country's Name; That Honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loyt'ring Hinds Lurk here at home, with shame. Britans, you stay too long, Quickly aboard bestow you, And with a merry Gale Swell your stretch'd Sail, With Vows as strong, As the Winds that blow you. Your Course securely... Poems - Post by : netservices - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 679

Loves Conquest Loves Conquest

Loves Conquest
Wer't granted me to choose, How I would end my days; Since I this life must loose, It should be in Your praise; For there is no Bays Can be set above you. S'impossibly I love You, And for you sit so high, Whence none may remove You In my clear Poesy, That I oft deny You so... Poems - Post by : ashishthakkar - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 1613

An Amovret Anacreontick An Amovret Anacreontick

An Amovret Anacreontick
Most good, most fair, Or Thing as rare, To call you's lost; For all the cost Words can bestow, So poorly show Upon your praise, That all the ways Sense hath, come short: Whereby Report Falls them under; That when Wonder More hath seized, Yet not pleased, That it in kind Nothing can find,... Poems - Post by : infonetforum - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2002

To Cupid To Cupid

To Cupid
Maydens, why spare ye? Or whether not dare ye Correct the blind Shooter? Because wanton VENUS, So oft that doth pain us, Is her Sons Tutor. Now in the Spring, He proveth his Wing, The Field is his Bower, And as the small Bee, About flyeth hee, From Flower to Flower. And wantonly roves,... Poems - Post by : ndbdog - Date : September 2011 - Author : Michael Drayton - Read : 2531