Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

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Title: Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
Author: Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
Publication: Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],; 1600.
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Subject terms: English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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Opportunitie.

Opportunitie thy guilt is great, Tis thou that execut'st the traitors treason, Thou setst the wolfe where he the lambe may get, Who euer plots the sinne, thou points the season. Tis thou that spurn'st at right, at lawiers reason: And in thy shady Cell where none may spie him, Sits sinne, to feare each soule that wanders by him. W. Shakespeare.

Faire Opportunitie can winne the coyest she that is, Then he that rules her gamesome vaine, & tēpers toies with art, Brings loue that swimmeth in her eyes, to diue into her hart. W. Warner.

When loue hath knit two parts in perfect vnitie, They seldome faile to finde th'opportunitie. S. I. Harrington.