Women -- Poetry
The doubt of future foes, exiles my present joy, And wit me warnes to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falshood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebbe, Which would not be, if reason rul’d or wisdome wev’d the webbe. But clowdes of tois untried, do cloake aspiri...
The doubt of future foes, exiles my present joy, And wit me warnes to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falshood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebbe, Which wou...
2. c. 1620This Book by Any yet unread, I leave for you when I am dead, That, being gone, here you may find What was your liveing mother’s mind. Make use of what I leave in Love And God sh...
3. c. 1650The Winter being over, In order comes the Spring, Which doth green herbs discover, And cause the birds to sing. The night also expirèd, Then comes the morning bright, Which is s...
4. c. 1648-1695Behold, ambitious lump of clay refined, Thy epilogue; see, see to what design’d! So soon as thou wert born, so soon as air Affords thee breath, thy vitals to repair, So soon as...
5. c. 1685When all alone in some belov’d retreat, Remote from noise, from bus’ness and from strife, Those constant curst attendants of the great, I freely can with my own thoughts convers...
6. c. 1733Search but those strains, you think so much excel, Scan ev’ry verse, and try the numbers well: You’ll plainly see, in almost ev’ry line, Distinguishing defects to prove them mine.
7. c. 1750O thou, who labour’st in this rugged mine, Mayst thou to gold th’ unpolished ore refine! May each dark page unfold its haggard brow! Doubt not to reap, if thou can’st bear to pl...