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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"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 June 15, 2024.
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Paine.
Thou Paine, the onely ghuest of loath'd constraint,The child of curse, mans weaknesse foster child,Brother to woe, and father of complaint,Thou Paine, thou loathed paine from heauen exild.H. C.
The scourge of life, and deaths extreame disgrace,The smoake of hel, that monster's called paine.Idem.
The thing that grieuous were to do or beareThem to renew, I wot breeds no delight.Ed. Spencer.
True griefe is fond, and testy as a childe,Who wayward once, his moode with nought agrees,Old woes not infant sorrowes beare them milde,Continuance tames the one, the other wilde,Like an vnpractiz'd swimmer plunging stillWith too much labour drownes for want of skill.W. Shakespeare.
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Paine paies the income of each precious thing.W. Sh.
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