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.
Author
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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Ioy.

Much like as when the beaten marriner That long hath wandred in the Ocean wide, Oft sow'st in swelling Tethis saltish teare, And Long time hauing tamde his tawnie hide, With blustering breath of heauen that none can bide, And scorching flames of fierce Orions hound, Soone as the port from far he hath espide, His chearefull whistle merily doth sound, And Nereus crownes with cups, his mates him pledge around, Such Ioy made Ʋna when her knight she found. Ed. Spencer.
Looke how a troupe of winter prisoned dames, Pent in the inclosure of the walled townes, Welcomes the spring vsher to sommers flames, Making their pasimes on the flowry downes, Whose beautious Arras wrought in natures frames, Through eies admire, the heart with wonder crownes.

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So these wood-walled citizens at sea, Welcome be both spring and sommer in a day. I. Markham.
Like as a ship with dreadfull storme long tost, Hauing spent all her masts and her ground hold, Now farre from harbour, like to be lost, At last some fisher barke doth neare betold, That giueth comfort to her courage cold: Such was the state of this most knight. Ed. Spencer.
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