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A Apostacy Of One, And But One Lady Richard Lovelace	But as the divel not halfe so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A mery Iest Humfrey Gifford	And so he went his way, Not halfe of halfe an howre was past, Ere husband hers was come, What newes shee heard from Paradise,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Against The Love Of Great Ones. Richard Lovelace	The gold alloyd (almost halfe brasse), And th' blood in each veine doth appeare, Part thick Booreinn, part Lady Cleare; Like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Among the Panegyrical Verses before Coryat's Crudities (1611). Michael Drayton	Ere I could gaine but one halfe howre to write; They go before whose wits are at their noones, And I come after bringing Salt...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor William Strode	Those halfe-dead carcases, by due foresight His partner is become the hand to act Theyr joynt decree, who...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Astrophel and Stella - Eight Song. Sir Philip Sidney	If those eyes you praised be Halfe so deare as you to me, Let me home returne, starke blinded Of those eyes, and blinder...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Battle Of Hastings - II Thomas Chatterton	Goe, Gyrthe and Eilward, take bills halfe a score, And search how farre our foeman's campe doth bound; Yourself have rede; I nede to saie...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XIV: Julia John Donne	I blush to give her halfe her due ; yet say, No poison's half so bad as...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War John Donne	Thou nothing; I not halfe so much shall do In these Warrs, as they may which from us two Shall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her William Strode	Never was paper halfe so white as this, Nor waxe so yeelding to the printed kisse, Nor seal'd so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward John Donne	Who was Gods partner here, and furnish'd thus Halfe of that Sacrifice, which ransom'd...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie Edmund Spenser	All Painters skill, he did about him dight: Not halfe so manie sundrie colours arre In Iris bowe, ne heauen doth shine so bright, Distinguished...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On A Great Hollow Tree William Strode	Which Erisichthon feld, could not provoke Halfe so much hunger for his punishment As hewing this would doe by...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On The Death Of A Twin William Strode	She aymed at two, and killde but halfe a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On The Death Of Sir Thomas Lea William Strode	Muse is halfe so pure, so strong, What marble sheets can keepe his name so long As onely hee hath...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Princesse Loysa Drawing Richard Lovelace	Whilst ARIADNE ravish't stood Half in his armes, halfe in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LXVII Edmund Spenser	I in hand her yet halfe trembling tooke, and with her owne goodwill hir fyrmely...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LXXX Edmund Spenser	leaue to rest me being halfe fordonne, and gather to my selfe new breath...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Book of Phillip Sparrow John Skelton	How mi Philyp was slayn, Never halfe the payne Was betwene you twayne, Pyramus and Thesbe, As than befell to me: I wept and I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Bowge of Courte John Skelton	Of our pole artyke, smylynge halfe in scorne At our foly and our unstedfastnesse, The tyme whan Mars to werre hym dyde...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Bowge of Courte John Skelton	Of our pole artyke smylynge halfe in scorne At our foly and our vnstedfastnesse The tyme whan Mars to werre hym dyd...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Canterbury Tales Geoffrey Chaucer	Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Canterbury Tales; PROLOGUE Geoffrey Chaucer	Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Faire Begger Richard Lovelace	I beg thy breath not halfe so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Harbinger John Donne	It clogged is) can follow thee halfe way; Or see thy flight; which doth our thoughts outgoe So fast, that now the lightning moues...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)