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• A Cradle Song

  Come little babe, come silly soul,
  Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,
  Born as I doubt to all our dole, …

  Nicholas Breton

• The Silent Loveri

  Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams:
  The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
  So, when affection yields discourse, it seems …

  Sir Walter Raleigh

• The Silent Loverii

  Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart,
  The merit of true passion,
  With thinking that he feels no smart, …

  Sir Walter Raleigh

• His Pilgrimage

  Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
  My staff of faith to walk upon,
  My scrip of joy, immortal diet, …

  Sir Walter Raleigh

• The Conclusion

  Even such is Time, that takes in trust
  Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
  And pays us but with earth and dust; …

  Sir Walter Raleigh

• Whilst it is prime

  Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,
  In whose cote-armour richly are displayd
  All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring, …

  Edmund Spenser

• A Ditty

  See where she sits upon the grassie greene,
  (O seemely sight!)
  Yclad in Scarlot, like a mayden Queene, …

  Edmund Spenser

• Prothalamion

  Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre
  Sweete-breathing Zephyrus did softly play
  A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay …

  Edmund Spenser

• Epithalamion

  Ye learnèd sisters, which have oftentimes
  Beene to me ayding, others to adorne,
  Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes, …

  Edmund Spenser

• From 'Daphnaïda'

  She fell away in her first ages spring,
  Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde,
  And whil'st her braunch faire blossomes foorth did bring, …

  Edmund Spenser

• Easter

  Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,
  Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;
  And, having harrowd hell, didst bring away …

  Edmund Spenser

• Spring's Welcome

  What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
  O 'tis the ravish'd nightingale.
  Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu! she cries, …

  John Lyly

• Beauty Bathing

  Beauty sat bathing by a spring,
  Where fairest shades did hide her;
  The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, …

  Anthony Munday

• Voices at the Window

  Who is it that, this dark night,
  Underneath my window plaineth?
  It is one who from thy sight …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• Philomela

  The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth
  Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,
  While late-bare Earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• The Highway

  Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
  And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
  Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• This Lady's Cruelty

  With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
  How silently, and with how wan a face!
  What! may it be that even in heavenly place …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• Sleep

  Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,
  The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
  The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• Splendidis longum valedico Nugis

  Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,
  And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things!
  Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: …

  Sir Philip Sidney

• Myra

  I, WITH whose colours Myra dress'd her head,
  I, that ware posies of her own hand-making,
  I, that mine own name in the chimneys read …

  Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke

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