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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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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Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
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Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],
1600.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16884.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 15, 2024.

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Charitie.

he was a woman in the freshest age, Of wondrous bewtie, and of bowntie rare, With goodly grace, and comely personage, That was on earth not easie to compare, ull of great loue; But Cupids wanton snare As hel she hated, chaste in worke and will, Her necke and brest were euer open bare, That aye thereof her babes might sucke their fill, The rest was all in yealow robes araied still. A multitude of babes about her hung, Playing their sportes that ioyed her to behold, Whom still she fed, while they were weake and yoong, But thrust them forth still as they waxed old, And on her head she wore a tyre of gold:

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Adorn'd with Gems and Owches wondrous faire, Whose passing price vnneath was to be told, And by her side there sate a gentle paire Of Turtle-doues, she sitting in an Iuorie chaire, Ed. Spencer.
Due Charitie in louing doth preferre, Her neighbours good, fore her vtilitie. I. Syluister. Transl.
Who may but will not helpe, doth hurt we know, and curious they, That dribling alms by art, disband wel mēt frō wel done pay, And he that questions distresse and doth not help endeuour, Thē he that sees & nothing saies, or cares is lesse deceauour▪ W. Warner.
It is a worke of Charitie God knowes, The reconcilement of two mortall foes. Ch. Middleton.
—Charitie brings forrh but barren seeds, And hatred still is sowne in so great store, That when the fruites of both came to be reaped, The tone is scarce, the tother ouerheaped. S. I. Harr.
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