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 14, 2024.

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Of a starued man.

His sad dull eyes deepe sunke in hollow pits, Could not endure the vnwonted sunne to view, His bare thin cheekes for want of belly-bits, And empty sides deceaued of their due, Could make a stony hart his hap to rue;

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His raw bone armes whose mighty brawnie bowres, Were wont to riue steele plates and helmets hewe, Were cleane consum'd, and all his vitall parts Decai'd, & all his flesh shrunk vp like withered flowers. Ed. Spenser.
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