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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Ill Companie.

Like as the perfect Pylot feares to runne Vpon the rocks, with singling sheet doth shunne Cydnaees straits ot Syrtes sinking sands, Or cruell Capharois with stormy strands. So wisely she dishaunted the resort Of such as were suspect of light report. Well knowing that the quaintance with the ill Corrupts the good, and though they euer still Th. Hudson. Fol. 452.

* Looke how the peacocke ruffes his flanting taile, And strutts vnder his mooned canapie: And how he quiuers with his mooned saile, Yet when his lead pale legs he haps to see, With shame abates his painted iollitie. The King as proud as peacocke in his loue, Yet droupes again when words nor tears will moue. M. Drayton.