Poems

Clepsydra WHY, let is run! who bids it stay? Let us the while be merry; Time there in water creeps away, With us it posts in […]

The Angler’s Ballad AWAY to the brook, All your tackle out look, Here’s a day that is worth a year’s wishing; See that all things be […]

The Evening Quatrains THE Day’s grown old, the fainting Sun Has but a little way to run, And yet his steeds, with all his skill, Scarce […]

The Morning Quatrains THE cock has crow’d an hour ago, ‘Tis time we now dull sleep forego; Tir’d Nature is by sleep redress’d, And Labour’s overcome […]

The Night Quatrains THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep With the fair princess of the deep, Whose bosom is his cool retreat, When fainting […]

The Noon Quatrains THE Day grows hot, and darts his rays From such a sure and killing place, That half this World are fain to fly […]

To Coelia WHEN, Coelia, must my old day set, And my young morning rise In beams of joy so bright as yet Ne’er bless’d a lover’s […]

“Go forth my heart.” Go forth, my hert, with my lady; Loke that we spare no business To serve her with such lowliness, That ye get […]

Against the Coming of May Agains the coming of May That is ful of lustyness, Let us leve al hevynesse, leave As fer as we can […]

Rondel Strengthen, my Love, this castle of my heart, And with some store of pleasure give me aid, For Jealousy, with all them of his part, […]