Category: Poetry
Whilom, as old stories tellen us, There was a duk that highte Theseus; Of Athenes he was lord and governour, And in his time swiche a conquerour, That greter was ther non under the sonne; Ful many a riche contree had he wonne. What with his wisdom and his chevalrie, He conquer...
Whilom, as old stories tellen us, There was a duk that highte Theseus; Of Athenes he was lord and governour, And in his time swiche a conquerour, That greter was ther non under...
3. BOOK I. ELEG. 4.Your husband will be with us at the treat; May that be the last supper he shall eat! And am poor I a guest invited there, Only to see, while he may touch the fair? To see you ki...
2. BOOK I. ELEG. 1.For mighty wars I thought to tune my lute, And make my measures to my subject suit. Six feet for every verse the Muse designed; } But Cupid, laughing, when he saw my mind, } Fro...