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51 Psalm Thomas Parnell	& turn ym from theyr wayes Deliver me from blood my god & I will sing thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Ioyfull medytacyon to all Englonde of the coronacyon of our moost naturall souerayne lorde kynge Henry the eyght. Stephen Hawes	But they lytell knowe by theyr small reason For what hye entente he gadered doutles Unto his grace suche innumerable...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment William Strode	Doe many cast on theyr desire: Some uppe are thrust, and forc't to rise, When those are stopt that would...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Riddle: On A Kiss William Strode	That, if some see't 'twill make theyr hearts to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window William Strode	Thus children spend theyr wayward cryes, Not knowing why they doe complayne; Thus sicke men long for remedyes, Not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Tale Of The Airly Days James Whitcomb Riley	-- Don't tech 'em up like the poets does, Tel theyr all too fine fer...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Amour 10 Michael Drayton	Who by extortion gaineth all theyr lookes, My hart hath payd such grieuous vsury, That all her wealth lyes in thy Beauties...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Elegie on Henry, fourth Erle of Northumberlande John Skelton	Falsly to slee theyr moste singuler good...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor William Strode	Even thee, to ease them of theyr...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Battle Of Hastings - I Thomas Chatterton	The standyng Normans drew theyr bowe echone, And broght full manie Englysh champyons...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Battle Of Hastings - II Thomas Chatterton	That men of Haroldes armie taken were; For theyre good cheere all caties were enthoughte, And Gyrthe and Eilwardus enjoi'd goode...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Chevy Chace George Wharton Edwards	Theyr bodyes, bathed in purple blood, They bore with them away: They kist them dead a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Colyn cloute John Skelton	Laye men say indede How they take no hede Theyr sely shepe to fede, But plucke away and pull The fleces of theyr wull, Vnethes they leue...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Consolatorium, Ad Parentes William Strode	That cryde so on theyr Fathers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eclogue The First Thomas Chatterton	(The rostlyng liff doth theyr whytte hartes affraie ,) And wythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie; Firtse Roberte Neatherde...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eclogues Thomas Chatterton	(The rostlyng liff doth theyr whytte hartes affraie,) And whythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie; Firste Roberte...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Englysh Metamorphosis Thomas Chatterton	An uncouthe denwere to theire bosomme steles; Theyre myghte ys knopped ynne the froste of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Epithalamion Edmund Spenser	To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes, But joyed in theyr praise; And when ye list your owne...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Goddwyn; A Tragedie Thomas Chatterton	I brondeous wulde hem slee ; Tare owte theyre sable harte bie ryghtefulle breme ; Theyre deathe a meanes untoe mie lyfe shulde bee, Mie...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jacob Homnium’s Hoss William Makepeace Thackeray	Here set spin their viles; To rob the town theyr privlege is, In a hayrea of twelve...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Justification William Strode	Smell how a glove putts on perfume, Tast how theyr sweetnesse pills assume: So by imputed Justice, Clay Seemes faire, well spoke, smooth, sweet,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Knoledge, Acquayntance, Resort, Fauour With Grace John Skelton	Lode star to lyght these louers to theyr porte, Gayne dangerous stormys theyr anker of supporte, Theyr sayll of solace most...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love-Despondency Sir Edward Dyer	My wranglynge wytts to work for theyr release; But all in vayne I seek the means to fynde That myght appease the discorde of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mary Ambree Andrew Lang	Gainst three times theyr number by breake of the daye; Seven howers in skirmish continued shee: Was not this a brave...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Of Too Much Spekynge Or Bablynge Sebastian Brant	Ryght so these folys theyr owne foly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)