The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.

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The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.
Author
Poole, Josua, fl. 1632-1646.
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London :: Printed for Tho. Johnson,
1657.
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English poetry.
Epithets.
English language -- Rhyme -- Dictionaries.
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"The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A55357.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 7, 2024.

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The Fairy Queen.
Come follow, follow me You fairy elves that be, Which c••••cle in the green, Come follow me your Queen, Hand in hand les dance a round, For this place is fairy ground. When mortals are at rest. And snorting in their nest, Unheard and unespied Through key holes we do glide, Over tables stooles and shelves We trip it with our fairy elves, And if he house be foule, Or platter dish or bowle, Upstaires we nimbly creep And sind the sluts a sleep. There we pinch their armes and thighes, None escapes, nor none espies, But if the house be swept, And from uncleanesse ke

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Wee praise the houshold maid, And surely she is paid, For we do use before we go To drop a tester in her shooe. Upon a mushroms head Our table we do spread, A corn of rie or wheat, Is manchet which we ear, Pearly drops of dew we drink In acorn cups fill'd to the brink, The brains of nightingales. The unctious dew of nails

Between two nutshels stew'd, Is meat that's easily chew'd, the beards of mice

Doth make a feast of wondrous price. On tops of dewie graffe, So nimbly we do passe, The young & tender stalk Nere bends when we do walk Yt in the morning may be seen Where we the night before have been. The grashopper and fle, Serve for our minstrelsie. Grace said, we dance a while, And so the time beguile, And when the moone doth ide her head, The glow-worme lights us home to bed.
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