First Exam (pt 1) Flashcards
A haples kynde of lyfe is this I weare,
Moch watche I dure, and weary toilings daier
Queen Elizabeth I
I serve the route, and all their follies beare;
I suffer pryde, and suppe full hard assaise;
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To others will, my life is all addrest
and no ware so, as might content me best
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The dowbt off future foes exiles my present joye
and wytte me warnes to shunne suche snares as threaten mine anoye
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For falshode nowe dothe flowe and subjects faithe dothe ebbe
which shuld not be yf reason rulde or wisdome weaved the webbe
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but clowdes of joyes untryed do cloke aspirynge mynds
which turnes to raigne of late repent bi chaunged course of windes
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the toppe of hope supprest the roote upreard shalbe
and fruictles all there grafted guile, as shortlye you shall see
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the dayseled eyes with pride, which greate ambition blyndes
shalbe unseelde bi worthie wyghts, whose foresight falshode finds
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the dawghter off debatte, that discord aye doth sowe
shall reape no gayne, where former rule styll peace hathe tawght to know
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no Forrene banished wight shall ancore in this port
our realme brokes not seditious sects, lett them els where resort
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my rustye sword throwghe rest shall first his eydge imploye
to poule there toppes that sekes such dhaunge or gape for future joye
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Ah silly pugge wert thou so sore afraid,
mourne not (my Wat) nor be thou so dismaid,
it passeth fickle fortunes powere and skill,
to force my harte to thinke thee any ill.
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No fortune base thou saiest shall alter thee,
and may so blinde a Witche so conquere me?
No no my pugg, thoughe fortune were not blinde,
assure thyself she could not rule my mynde.
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fortune I knowe somtimes doth conquere kinges,
and rules and raignes on earth and earthly thinges
but never thinke fortune can beare the sway
if vertue watche and will her not obay
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Ne chose I thee by fickle fortunes rede,
ne she shall force me alter with suche spede
But if to try this mistres jest with thee,…
Pull up thy harte suppresse thy brakishe tears
torment thee not, but put away thy feares
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Dead to all joyes and livinge unto woe
slaine quite by her that here gave wiseman blowe
revive againe and live without all drede
the lesse afraid the better thou shalt spede
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The dread of future foes exyle my present joy
and wit mee warns to shunne soche snares as thretten myne annoy
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ffor fallshood now doth flow and subjects fayth doth ebbe
which should not be yf reason rewld or wysdome wove the webbe
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but clowdes of joyes untried, doth cloke aspiring minds
which turne to rage of late report, by chaunged course of minds
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the topps of hope suppose, the roote of Rue shalbee
and fruteles of their graffed guile as the shortlie yow shall see
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The dazeled eyes with pride, with great ambition blynde
shalbe unsealled by worthie wights, whose foresight falshood fyndes
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the daughter of debate, that discord ay doth sow
shall reape no gaine where former rule, still peace hath taught to know
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no fforain banisht wight, shall ankor in this Port
our realm brooks no seditous sects, let them elswhere resort
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my rustie sword through rest, shall first his edge imploy
to poll the topps that seekes such chaunge or gapes for further joy
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your song is welcome, melissus, a most welcome gift
yet more welcome is the sweet image of your soul
but how great a cause moves you, what impulse urges
that, though free-born, you want to be a slave?
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it is hardly our custom to keep poets in narrow confines
or to restrict their rights even in the smallest degree.
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rather you would be made free, your mistress
would loose your chains, if you had been in a servile state.
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but you are prince of poets; i am the poet’s subject, when
you make me the amtter of your lofty verse
what king would be ashamed to cherish such a poet
who turns us from heroes into gods
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lok an bowe downe thyne care o Lorde
from thy bryght spheare behould and see
thy hand maide and thy handy worke
amoungest thy pristes offeringe to thee
zeale for incesne reachinge the skyes
my selfe and septer sacryifisc
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My sowle assende this holy place
ascribe him strengthe and singe his prayse
for he refraynethe peryures spyrite
and hathe done wonders in my daies
he made the wynds and waters rise
to scatter all myne enemyes
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this josephes lorde and israells god
the gyry piller and dayes clowde
that saved his sainctws from wiched men
and drenchet the honor of the prowde
and hathe preservud in tender love
the spirit of his turtle dove
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come over the born bessy,
come over the born bessy
swete bessy come over to me
and I shall the take
and my dere lady make
before all other that ever I see
William Birch
my thinke i hear a voice,
at whom i do rejoyce
and aunswer the now I shall
tel me I say
what art thou that biddes me com away
and so earnestly doost me call
William Birch
I am thy lover faire
hath chose the to mine heir
and my name is mery englande
therefore come away
and make no more delaye
swete bessie give me thy hande
William Birch
here is my hand
my dere lover englande
I am thine both with mind and hart
for ever to endure,
thou maiest be sure
untill death us two depart
William Birch
lady this long space
have I loved thy grace
more then I durste well saye
hoping at the last
when all stormes were past
for to see this joyfull daye
William Birch
yet my lover England
ye shall understand
how fortune on me did lowre
I was tombled and tost
from pillar to post
and prisoner in the towre
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dere lady we do know
how that tirauntes not a fewe
went about for to seke thy bloude
and contrarie to right
they did what they might
that now bare two faces in one hood
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then was I caried to wodstock
and kept close under locke
that no man mighte with me speake
and agaisnt all reason
they accuded me of treason
and tirably thei did me threate
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oh my lover faire
my dearlinge and mine heire
full sore for the i did lament
but no man durst speak
but thei would him threat
and quickly make him repent
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then was I delivered their hands
but was faine to put in bands
and good suerties for my forth comminge
not from my house to departe
nor no where els to sterte
as though i had ben away runninge
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why dere lady i trow
those mad men did not knowe
that ye were doughter unto kinge hary
and a princesse of birth
one of the noblest on earth
and sister unto quene mary
William Birch