First Exam (pt 2) Flashcards
I never rested on the muses bed
nor dipt my quill in the thessalian fauntaine
my rustick muse was rudely fostered
and flies too low to reach the double mountain
Mary Oxlie
then do not sparkes with your bright suns compare
perfection in a womans worke is rare
from an untroublesd mind should verses flow
my discontents makes mine to muddy show
and hoarse encumbrances of houshold care
where these remaine the muses ne’re repaire
Mary Oxlie
if thou dost extoll her haire
or her ivory forehead faire
or those stars whose bright reflection
thralls my heart in sweet subjection
Mary Oxlie
or when to display thou seekes
to snow mixt roses on her cheekes
or those rubies soft and sweet
over those pretty rows that meet
Mary Oxlie
the chain painter as asham’d
hides his picture so far fam’d
and the queen he carv’d it by
with a blush on her face doth dye
Mary Oxlie
since those lines do limne a creature
that so far surpast her feature
when thou shows’t how fairest flora
prankt with pride the banks of ora
Mary Oxlie
so thy verse her streames doth honor
strangers grow enamour
d on her
all the wans that swim in po
would their native brooks frogo
Mary Oxlie
and as loathing phoebus beames
long to turn bath in cooler streames
tree-turn’d daphne would be seen
in her groves to flourish green
Mary Oxlie
and her boughs would gladly spare
to frame a garland for thy haire
that fairest nymphs with finest fingers
may thee crown the best of singers
Mary Oxlie
but when the muse dissolv’d in show;rs
wailes that peerlesse prince of ours
cropt by too untimely fate
her morning doth exasperate
Mary Oxlie
senselesse thingsgs to see thee moane
stones do weep and trees do groane
birds in aire fishes in flood
beasts in field forsake their food
Mary Oxlie
the nymphs forgoing all their bow’rs
teare their chaplets deckt with flow’rs
sol himselfe with misty vapor
hides from earth his glorious tapor
and as mov’d to heare the plaine shwews his griefe in show’rs of rain
Mary Oxlie
lucy you brightnesse of our spheare who are
life of the muses day their morning-starre
Ben Johnson
if workes (not th’authors) their owne grace should looke
whose poemns would not wish to be your book
Ben Johnson
but these desir’d by you the makers end
crowne with their own rare poems aske rare friends
Ben Johnson
yet satyres since the most of mankind bee
their un-avoided subject fewest see
Ben Johnson
for none ere tooke that pleasure in sinnes sense
but when thye heard it tax’d took more offence
Ben Johnson
thye then that living where the matter is bred
dare for these poems yet both aske and read
Ben Johnson
and like themj too must needfully though few
be of the best and ‘mongst those best are you
Ben Johnson
lucy you bringhtness of our speare who are
the muses evening as their morning starre
Ben Johnson
Darest thou my muse present thy battlike winge
before the eyes of brittanes mighty kinge
hee that all other states exceedes as farre
as doth the sunne a little glimmering starre
Lady Anne Southwell
to whose blest birth the cherubins did tender
all the endowments for a princely splendor
you lines excuse my boldness in this matter
and tell the truth my harts too big to flatter
Lady Anne Southwell
yf in the search of this world i could find
one to exceed the vertues of thy minde
the height of my ambition would aspire
to offer up these sparckles to that fire
Lady Anne Southwell
since all fall shorte of thy souldes qualitie
more short then of thy states abilitie
tis thy attractive goodness gives mee scope
to come (dread soveraigne) on the armes of hope
Lady Anne Southwell
and offer up this tribute to thy merrit
this sacrifice to thy devinest spiritt
i know in god there doth noe ill abiede
nor in his true epitome noe pride
Lady Anne Southwell
thou art the nursing father of all pietye
the mightye champion for the deitye
this of the high jehovah i doe singe
to whome doth this belonge but to the kinge
great god of heaven thankes for thy gracious favours
great king on earth accept the poor endeavours
Lady Anne Southwell
come my lucasia since we see
that miracles mens faith do move
by wonder and by prodigy
to the dull angry world lets prove
theres a religion in our love
Katherine Phillips
for though we were designd t’agree
that fate no liberty destroyes
but our election is as free
as angels who with greedy choice
are yet determin’d to their joyes
Katherine Phillips
our hearts are doubled by the loss
here mixture is addition grown
we both diffuse and both ingross
and we whose minds are so much one
never yet ever are alone
Katherine Phillips
we court our own captivity
than thrones more great an innocent
twere banishment to be set free
since we wear fetters whose intent
not bondage is but ornament
Katherine Phillips
divided joyes are tedious found
and griefs united easier grow
we are our selves bu by rebound
and all our titles shuffled so
both princes and both subjects too
Katherine Phillips
our hearts are mutual victims laid
while they (such power in friendship lies)
are altars priests and offrings made
and each heart which thus kindly dies
grows deathless by the sacrifice
Katherine Phillips
I did not live until this time
crownd my felicity
when i could say without a crime
i am not thine but thee
Katherine Phillips
this carcass breath’d and walkt and slept
so that the world believd
there was a soul the motions kept
but they were all deceivd
Katherine Phillips
for as a watch by art is wound
to motion such was mine
but never had orinda found
a soul till she found thine
Katherine Phillips
which now inspires cures and supplies
and guides my darkned breast
for thou art all that i can prize
my joy my life my rest
Katherine Phillips
no bridegrooms nor crown-conquerors mirth
to mine compard can be
they have but pieces of this earth
ive all the world in thee
Katherine Phillips
then let our flames still light and shine
and no false fear controul
as innocent as our design
immortal as our soul
Katherine Phillips
Though i seeme struange sweete freende be thou not so
do not annoy thy selfe with sullen will
myne harte hathe voude although my tongue saye noe
to be thyne owne in freendly liking styll
Anne Field
thou seeste me live amongest the lynxes eyes
that pryes into each privy thought of mynde
thou knowest ryght well what sorrows may aryse
ife once they chaunce my setled lookes to fynde
Anne Field
content thy selfe that once i made an othe
to sheylde my selfe in shrowde of honest shame
and when thou lyst make tryall of my trouth
so that thou save the honor of my name
Anne Field
and let me seme although i be not coy
to cloak my sadd conceyts with smylinge cheere
let not my jestures showe wehrin to joye
nor by my lookes let not my love appeare
Anne Field
we seely dames that falles suspecte do feare
and live ithin the moughte of envyes lake
must in our hearts a secrete meaning bear
far from the rest which outwardly we maek
Anne Field
go where i like i like not want my love
where i desire there most i fayne debate
one hath my hand an other hathe my glove
but he my harte whom i seeme most to hate
Anne Field
then farewell friend i will continue strange
thou shalt not hear by word or writing oughte
let it suffice my vowe shall never change
as for the rest i leave yt to thy thought
Anne Field
If i had as fair a face as john williams
his daughter elzabeth has
then i would i were a taudrie lace as goodman
bolts daughter marie does
Anne Wrigglesworth
and if i had as much money in my purse
as cadmans daughter margaret has
then would i have a bastard less
than butlers maid helen has
Anne Wrigglesworth
Tis not your faire outside (though famous greece
whose beauties ruin’d kingdomes never saw
a face that could like yours affections draw)
Elizabeth Cary
fits you for the protection of this piece
it is your heart (your pious zealous heart)
that by attractive force brings great perroone
Elizabeth Cary
to leave his seyne his loyre and his garroone
and to your handmaid thames his gifts impart
but stay you have a brother his king borne
Elizabeth Cary
(whose worth draws men from the remotest parts
to offer up themselves to his desartes)
to whom he hath his allegiance sworne
Elizabeth Cary
yet for your sake he proves ubiquitarie
and comes to england though in france he tarry
Elizabeth Cary
Who so list to hount i knowe where is an hynde
but as for me helas i may no more
the vayne travaill hath werried me so sore
i am of theim that farthest cometh behinde
yet may i by no means of my werried myne
drawe from the deere but as she fleeth afore
faynting I folowe i leve of therefor
sethens in a nett i seke to hold the wynde
Sir Thomas Wyatt
who list her hount i put him out of doubt
as well as i may spend his time in vain
and graven with diamondes in letters plain
Sir Thomas Wyatt
there is written her fairer neck rounde about
noli me tangere for cesars i am
and wyld for to hold though i seme tame
Sir Thomas Wyatt
Come live with me and be my love
and we will all the pleasures prove
that valleyes groves hills and fields
woods or steepie mountain yeelds
Christopher Marlowe
and we will sit upon the rocks
seeing the shepheards feed their flocks
by shallow rivers to whose falls
melodious byrds sing madrigalls
Christopher Marlowe
and i will make thee beds of roses
and a thousand fragrant poesises
a cap of flowers and a kirtle
embroidered all with leaves of mirtle
Christopher Marlowe
a gown made of the finest wool
which from our pretty lambs we pull
fair lined slippers for the cold
with buckles of the purest gold
Christopher Marlowe
a belt of straw and ivie buds
with coral clasps and amber studs
and if these pleasures may thee move
come live with me and be my love
Christopher Marlowe
the shepheards swains shall dance and sing
for thy delight each may morning
if these delights thy mind may move
then live with me and be my love
Christopher Marlowe
Forbear bold youth alls heaven here
and what you do aver
to others coutship may appear
tis sacriledge to her
Katherine Philips
She is a public deity
and were’t not very odd
she should depose her self to be
a petty household god
Katherine Philips
first make the sun in private shine
and bid the world adieu
that so he may his beams confine
in compliment to you
Katherine Philips
but if of that you do despair
think how you did amiss
to strive to fix her beams which are
more bright and large than his
Katherine Philips
Would god that death with cruel dart
and fatal sesters three
before had perste my virgins harte
or i did fancye thee
Ellin Thorne
Cupido then his force had bent
and golden bowe in vaine
my womans harte had not been rent
with this most rewfull paine
Ellin Thorne
his denting darte no sooner flew
from sounding silver stringe
but pinchinge paines eke dolores newe
within my brest did springe
Ellin Thorne
o luckless happ unhappy luck
some lionse me feed
some savage tiger gave me suck
un thankfulness me brede
Ellin Thorne
els i not once had fended thee
whos shynning comely graice
constraines me nowe to rune i see
a captives ruefull rayce
Ellin Thorne
o splie me not but spedely
thie mercy here extende
and i will serve thee faithfully
unto my latter end
Ellin Thorne
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer
scuds throught he woods and fern with harkning ear
perplext in every bush and nook doth pry
her dearest deer might answer ear or eye
Anne Bradstreet
so doth my anxious soul which now doth miss
a dearer Dear (far dearer heart) than this
still waiting with doubts and hopes and failing eye
his voice to hear or person to discry
Anne Bradstreet
or as the pensive dove doth all alone
(on withered bough) most uncouthly bemoan
the absence of her love and loving mate
whose loss hath made her so unfortunate
Anne Bradstreet
ev’n thus doe i with many a deep sad groan
bewail my turtle true who now is gone
his presence and his safe return still wooes
with thousand doelfull sighs and mournfull cooes
Anne Bradstreet
or as the loving mullet that true fish
her fellow lost nor joy nor life do wish
but lanches on that shore there for to dye
where she her captive husband doth espy
Anne Bradstreet
mine being gone i lead a joyless life
i have a loving phere, yet seem no wife
but worst of all to him can’t steer my course
i here he there alas both kept by force
Anne Bradstreet
return my dear my joy my only love
unto thy hinde thy mullet and thy dove
who neither joyes in pature house nor streams
the substance gone o me these are but dreams
Anne Bradstreet
together at one tree oh let us browse
and like to turltes roost within one house
and like the mulletts in one river glide
lets still remain but one till death divide
Anne Bradstreet
Happy who near you sigh for you alone
who hears you speak or whom you smile upon
you well for this might scorn a starry throne
A Lady of Quality
to this compard the heavnly bliss they prove
no envy raises for the powers a love
ne’er tasted joys compar’d to such above
A Lady of Quality
when ere I look on you through every vein
subtil as lighting flies the nimble flame
i’m all o’er rapture while all over pain
A Lady of Quality
and while my soul does in these transports stray
my voice deisdains to teach my tongue its way
each faculty does not its trust betray
A Lady of Quality
a cloud of wild confusion veils my sight
sounds vainly strike my ears my eyes the light
sof languishment my senses disunite
A Lady of Quality
swift trembling straightn o’er all my body flies
life frightened thense love dos his place supply
disorder’d breathless pale and cold i die
A Lady of Quality
