As you came from the holy land.pt-1

"As you came from the holy land"

As you came from the holy land of jenasingham Met you not with my true love By the way as you came?
How Shall i know your true love That have met many one As i went to the holy lasnd That have come that have gone She is nighter white nor brown But as the heavens fair There is none heath a form so divine In the earth or the air Such an one did i meet good sir Such an angelic face Who like a queen like a nymph did appear By her gate by her grace She hath left me here all alnoe All alnoe as unknown Who sometimes did me lead with her self And me loved  as her own.


What's the cause that She leaves you alone And a new way doth take Who loved you once as her own And her joy did you make? I have loved her all my youth But Now old as you see Love like not the feeling fruit From the withered tree Know that love is A Careless child And Forgets promise past He is blind he is deaf when she list And faith never fast. His disire is a dureless content And trustless  joy He is won with a world of despair And is lost with a toy.

How Shall i know your true love That have met many one As i went to the holy lasnd That have come that have gone She is nighter white nor brown But as the heavens fair There is none heath a form so divine In the earth or the air Such an one did i meet good sir Such an angelic face Who like a queen like a nymph did appear By her gate by her grace She hath left me here all alnoe All alnoe as unknown Who sometimes did me lead with her self And me loved  as her own.


What's the cause that She leaves you alone And a new way doth take Who loved you once as her own And her joy did you make? I have loved her all my youth But Now old as you see Love like not the feeling fruit From the withered tree Know that love is A Careless child And Forgets promise past He is blind he is deaf when she list And faith never fast. His disire is a dureless content And trustless  joy He is won with a world of despair And is lost with a toy.

The Garden of Adonis.

"The Garden of Adonis"

In that same garden all the goodly flowers, Where with Dame Nature doth  her beauty And Decks the gardlands of her paramors Are fetched there is first seminary Of all things that are born to live and die According to their kinds.Long work it were Here to account the endless progency Of all the weeds that bud and blossom there But so much as doth need must needs be counted here. It sited was in fruitful soil of old,
and Girt in with two walls on either side The one of iron the other of bright gold That none might thorough break, nor overstride And Double gates in had which opened wide By which both in and  out men moten pass Th' one fair and fresh the other old and dried old gineus the porter of them was Old ginius the wich a double nature has!


In that same garden all the goodly flowers,Where with Dame Nature doth  her beauty And Decks the gardlands of her paramors Are fetched there is first seminary Of all things that are born to live and die According to their kinds.Long work it were Here to account the endless progency Of all the weeds that bud and blossom there But so much as doth need must needs be counted here. It sited was in fruitful soil of old,
and Girt in with two walls on either side The one of iron the other of bright gold That none might thorough break, nor overstride And Double gates in had which opened wide By which both in and  out men moten pass Th' one fair and fresh the other old and dried old gineus the porter of them wasOld ginius the wich a double nature has!


According to their kinds.Long work it were Here to account the endless progency Of all the weeds that bud and blossom there But so much as doth need must needs be counted here. It sited was in fruitful soil of old,
and Girt in with two walls on either side The one of iron the other of bright gold That none might thorough break, nor overstride And Double gates in had which opened wide By which both in and  out men moten pass Th' one fair and fresh the other old and dried old gineus the porter of them was Old ginius the wich a double nature has!


In that same garden all the goodly flowers,Where with Dame Nature doth  her beauty And Decks the gardlands of her paramors Are fetched there is first seminary Of all things that are born to live and die According to their kinds.Long work it were Here to account the endless progency Of all the weeds that bud and blossom there But so much as doth need must needs be counted here. It sited was in fruitful soil of old,
and Girt in with two walls on either side The one of iron the other of bright gold That none might thorough break, nor overstride And Double gates in had which opened wide By which both in and  out men moten pass Th' one fair and fresh the other old and dried old gineus the porter of them wasOld ginius the wich a double nature has!

Ah! Sun-Flower.

"Ah! Sun-Flower"

Ah! Sun-Flower!Weary of time Who countest the steps of the sun Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where that traveller's journey is done: Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves and aspire where my Sun-flower wishes to go.


According to their kinds.Long work it were Here to account the endless progency Of all the weeds that bud and blossom there But so much as doth need must needs be counted here. It sited was in fruitful soil of old,
and Girt in with two walls on either side The one of iron the other of bright gold That none might thorough break, nor overstride And Double gates in had which opened wide By which both in and  out men moten pass Th' one fair and fresh the other old and dried old gineus the porter of them was Old ginius the wich a double nature has!


In that same garden all the goodly flowers,Where with Dame Nature doth  her beauty And Decks the gardlands of her paramors Are fetched there is first seminary Of all things that are born to live and die According to their kinds.Long work it were Here to account the endless progency Of all the weeds that bud and blossom there But so much as doth need must needs be counted here. It sited was in fruitful soil of old,
and Girt in with two walls on either side The one of iron the other of bright gold That none might thorough break, nor overstride And Double gates in had which opened wide By which both in and  out men moten pass Th' one fair and fresh the other old and dried old gineus the porter of them wasOld ginius the wich a double nature has!

My Phillis.

"My Phillis"

My Phillis hath the morning sun At first to look upon her And My Phillis hath morn-waking birds Her risings for to honour My Phillis hath prime-father'd flowers That smile  when she treads  on them And My Phillis hath gallant flock That leaps since she doth own them But phillis hath so hard a heart Alas that she should have  it As yields no mercy to desert Nor grace to those that crave it Sweet sun when thou look'st on
Pray Her regard my moan;The haeaven laugh at her glory Yet bide I Sad and Sorry The Woods are deck'd with leaves And trees are clothed gay And florA crown'd with sheaves, with oaken boughts doth play Where I'm  Clad in black The token of my wrack The Birds Upon the trees Do sing with  pleasant voices And Chant in their degrees.Their Loves ANd lucky choices When I whilst they are singingwith sighs mine arms am wringging.
THe thrusehes seek the shade And I my fatal garve Their flight to heaven is made My walk on earth I have
THey free I thrall they jolly I sad and pensive wholly!


That smile  when she treads  on them And My Phillis hath gallant flock That leaps since she doth own them
But phillis hath so hard a heart.Alas that she should have  it As yields no mercy to desert
Nor grace to those that crave it Sweet sun when thou look'st on Pray Her regard my moan;

The Sad Lover.

"The Sad Lover"

The earth late chok'd with showers Is now array'd in green Her bosm springs with flowers The air dissolves her teen The haeaven laugh at her glory Yet bide I Sad and Sorry The Woods are deck'd with leaves And trees are clothed gay And florA crown'd with sheaves, with oaken boughts doth play Where I'm  Clad in black The token of my wrack The Birds Upon the trees Do sing with  pleasant voices And Chant in their degrees.Their Loves ANd lucky choices When I whilst they are singingwith sighs mine arms am wringging.
THe thrusehes seek the shade And I my fatal garve Their flight to heaven is made My walk on earth I have
THey free I thrall they jolly I sad and pensive wholly!


That smile  when she treads  on them And My Phillis hath gallant flock That leaps since she doth own them
But phillis hath so hard a heart.Alas that she should have  it As yields no mercy to desert
Nor grace to those that crave it Sweet sun when thou look'st on Pray Her regard my moan;


The haeaven laugh at her glory Yet bide I Sad and Sorry The Woods are deck'd with leaves And trees are clothed gay And florA crown'd with sheaves, with oaken boughts doth play Where I'm  Clad in black The token of my wrack The Birds Upon the trees Do sing with  pleasant voices And Chant in their degrees.Their Loves ANd lucky choices When I whilst they are singingwith sighs mine arms am wringging.
THe thrusehes seek the shade And I my fatal garve Their flight to heaven is made My walk on earth I have
THey free I thrall they jolly I sad and pensive wholly!


That smile  when she treads  on them And My Phillis hath gallant flock That leaps since she doth own them
But phillis hath so hard a heart.Alas that she should have  it As yields no mercy to desert
Nor grace to those that crave it Sweet sun when thou look'st on Pray Her regard my moan;

Cupid And Campaspe.

"Cupid And Campaspe"

Cupid And My Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid Paid She stakes her quiver, bow and arrows,
Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws The coral of her lip, the rose. Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes! He won, And CUpid blind did rise."O" Love Has he done this to thee? What Shall, Alas become of me?


The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
He won, And CUpid blind did rise. "O" Love Has he done this to thee? What Shall, Alas become of me?


Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!

Even Such is time, That takes in trust Our Youth, Our Joys ,Our All we have And pays us but with earth and dust  Why, in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days
But from this earth, This grave this dust My God Shall Raise me up, I trust.

Even Such is time!

"Even Such is time"

Even Such is time, That takes in trust Our Youth, Our Joys ,Our All we have And pays us but with earth and dust  Why, in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days
But from this earth, This grave this dust My God Shall Raise me up, I trust.


Cupid And My Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid Paid She stakes her quiver, bow and arrows, Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
He won, And CUpid blind did rise. "O" Love Has he done this to thee? What Shall, Alas become of me?


Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!

Even Such is time, That takes in trust Our Youth, Our Joys ,Our All we have And pays us but with earth and dust  Why, in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days
But from this earth, This grave this dust My God Shall Raise me up, I trust.

The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!
He won, And CUpid blind did rise. "O" Love Has he done this to thee? What Shall, Alas become of me?


Her Mother's doves, and team of sparrows Loses them too then down she throws
The coral of her lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (But none knows how) with these the chrystal of her brow
And then the dimple on her chin all these did my campaspe win. At least She set his both her eyes!

Even Such is time, That takes in trust Our Youth, Our Joys ,Our All we have And pays us but with earth and dust  Why, in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days
But from this earth, This grave this dust My God Shall Raise me up, I trust.