LACKYNG my love, I go from place to place Leave, lady! in your glasse of cristall clene Let not one sparke of filthy lustre fyre Like as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde. Like as a ship with dreadfull storm long tost. Like as an Hynd forth singled from the heard Like as the gentle hart it selfe bewrayes. Lo! Collin, here the place whose plesaunt syte Lo! I, the Man whose Muse whylome did maske Loe! I have made a Calender for every yeare. Long languishing in double malady Long-while I sought to what I might compare Love lift me up upon thy golden wings Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powre Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace 22 9 So soone as day forth dawning from the East. 573 Some Clarkes doe doubt in their devicefull Some men, I wote, will deene in Artegall Soone as the morrow fayre with purple beames Sweet is the Rose, but growes upon a brere MAGNIFICKE Lord, whose vertues excellent Mark when she smiles with amiable cheare Me thought I saw the grave where Laura lay Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it More then most faire, full of the living fire Most glorious Lord of lyfe! that, on this day. Most happy letters! fram'd by skilfull trade. Most Noble Lord, the pillor of my life Most sacred fyre, that burnest mightily. NE may I, without blot of endless blame New yeare, forth looking out of Janus gate No wound, which warlike hand of enemy Nought is more honorable to a knight 484 582 575 412 579 575 211 32 577 155 The famous Briton Prince and Faery Knight PAGE 371 580 573 574 586 VENEMOUS toung, tipt with vile adders sting 585 583 WAS it a dreame, or did I see it playne 577 580 What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might. 60 581 This holy season, fit to fast and pray 576 Tho, whenas chearelesse Night ycovered had. Thomalin, why sytten we soe. 224 452 . Though vertue then were held in highest price Thrise happie she! that is so well assured Thus when Sir Guyon with his faithful guyde To all those happy blessings, which ye have To looke upon a worke of rare devise 581 6 Ye heavenly spirites, whose ashie cinders lie. 526 Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle 575 Young knight whatever, that dost armes professe 587 27 To praise thy life, or waile thy worthie death |