Joy of my life, full oft for loving you …
Edmund Spenser
Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands, …
The sovereign beauty which I do admire, …
New yeare forth looking out of Janus gate, …
Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay, …
So oft as I her beauty do behold, …
The weary yeare his race now having run, …
To all those happy blessings which ye have, …
Like as a huntsman after weary chase, …
Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day, …
Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king, …
I joy to see how in your drawen work, …
Most happy letters, fram'd by skilful trade, …
Men call you fair, and you do credit it, …
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, …
Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares, …
Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough, …
More then most faire, full of the living fire, …
In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, …
Ye tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle, …
This holy season, fit to fast and pray, …
Penelope for her Ulisses sake, …
My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: …
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? …
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, …
Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes …
Lo I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske, …
Unhappy verse, the witness of my unhappy state, …
By that he ended had his ghostly sermon, …
CALM was the day, and through the trembling air …
Januarie. Ægloga prima. ARGVMENT. …
PIERCE & CUDDIE …