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A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret. Richard Lovelace	Let him but tast this limbecks bill, And prove this sublimated bowl, He'll swear it will calcine a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Ioyfull medytacyon to all Englonde of the coronacyon of our moost naturall souerayne lorde kynge Henry the eyght. Stephen Hawes	Besyde this olyue/I dyde neuer dwell To tast the water whiche is aromatyke For to cause me wryte with lusty rethoryke Wherfore...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada William Strode	He tries his lute, and (giving her a tast Of the ensuing quarrel) nimbly beats On all his strings; as nimbly she repeats, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Amarantha. A Pastorall Richard Lovelace	With smell and hue presents her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Astrophel and Stella - Eight Song. Sir Philip Sidney	If that any thought in me Can tast comfort but of thee, Let me, fed with hellish anguish, Ioylesse, hopelesse, endlesse...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At the round earth's imagin'd corners John Donne	Shall behold God, and never tast deaths...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Concerning the Philosophers Stone. ( alchemical verse .) John Gower	Whereof a man may here, and see, And smell and tast, in his degree, And for to feele and for to goe, Itt helpeth a man of both two: The witts five...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hannah Thomas Parnell	The full whom varyd...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Holy Sonnet VII: At the Round Earth's John Donne	Shall behold God, and never tast deaths...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Justification William Strode	Smell how a glove putts on perfume, Tast how theyr sweetnesse pills assume: So by imputed Justice, Clay Seemes faire, well spoke,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love (III) George Herbert	You must sit down, says Love, and tast me meat: So I did sit and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love Made In The First Age. To Chloris. Richard Lovelace	No serpent kiss poyson'd the tast, Each touch was naturally chast, And their mere Sense a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Meditation Before Sacrament Thomas Parnell	Thee to his table he invites To tast of heavenly delights He sufferd death to sett thee free From sin; & canst thou slothfull be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Meditation Sixty-Two Edward Taylor	Whether I at thy Table Guest do sit, And feed my tast, or Wait, and fat mine Eye And Eare with Sights and Sounds, Heart Raptures fit: My...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
New-Englands Crisis Benjamin Tompson	Will she or nill the chastest turtle must Tast of the pangs of their unbridled...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Myselfe Anne Kingsmill Finch	Freely, and thankfully as much I tast, As will not reason, or Religion...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Our World Diplomacy Mary I. Owens	But that is not an easy tast for anyone to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Prayer Richard Crashaw	Her heavnly arm-full, she shall tast At once ten thousand paradises; She shall have power To rifle and deflour The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 17 John Milton	Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise To hear the Lute well toucht, or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Stick In The Mud Mario William Vitale	crucifix is for those who are willing to tast faith's reality as they live in a land of make believe through the vast correlation of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Cōforte of Louers Stephen Hawes	I dyde than tast/the redolent lycoure Moost clere and swete/of the goodly vaynes Whiche dyde me ease/somwhat...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Faire Begger Richard Lovelace	Yet happy he, that can but tast This whiter skin, who thirsty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ruines of Time Edmund Spenser	Which from their first vntill their vtmost date Tast no one hower of happines or merth, But like as at the ingate of their berth, They crying creep...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Snayl Richard Lovelace	The sweets of Nature thou dost tast, Who now with time thy days resolve, And in a jelly thee dissolve, Like a shot star, which...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Third Satire Of Dr. John Donne Thomas Parnell	High flush'd with all the sensual joys it tasts, While men the fair, the goodly Soul destroy, From whence the flesh has pow'r to tast a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)