To His Love Pt-II

"To His Love"

One DAy I wrote her name upon the strand, But Came the waves and washed it away.Again  i wrote it with   a second hand, But  Came the tide and made  my pains his prey Vain mAn said she that  doest in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize,For i myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped our likewise Not so let baser things devise To die in dust, But you shall live by fame;



In the merry month of may, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone Phyllida and Corydon.Much ado there was, god wot  He Would love and she would not.

Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer,And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple witunto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.


Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer, And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple wit  unto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.

To His Love pt-1

"To His Love"

Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer, And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple wit  unto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.


In the merry month of may, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone Phyllida and Corydon.Much ado there was, god wot  He Would love and she would not.

Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer,And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple witunto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.


Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer, And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple wit  unto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.



In the merry month of may, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone Phyllida and Corydon.Much ado there was, god wot  He Would love and she would not.

Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer,And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple witunto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.


Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer, And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple wit  unto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.

Fun Country's Song.

"A Country Song"

In the merry month of may, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone Phyllida and Corydon.Much ado there was, god wot  He Would love and she would not.

Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer,And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple witunto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.


In the merry month of may, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone Phyllida and Corydon.Much ado there was, god wot  He Would love and she would not.

Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer,And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple witunto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.


In the merry month of may, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone Phyllida and Corydon.Much ado there was, god wot  He Would love and she would not.

Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer,And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple witunto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.



In the merry month of may, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone Phyllida and Corydon.Much ado there was, god wot  He Would love and she would not.

Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer,And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple witunto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.

"The Song Of Master Valiant-for-Truth"

The Song Of Master Valiant-for-Truth

Who Would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come Wind, Come Wather.
There's no discouragenment Shall make hom once relent His first avow'd intent To be a pilgrim. Whose beset him round, With dismal stories Do but themselves confound; His Strength the more is No lion can him fright, He will with a giant fight, But he will have a right to be pilgirm. Hobgoblin, nor foul friend, Can daunt his spirit; He Knows, he at the end Shall life in herit. Then fancies  fly away, He'll fear not what men say,
He'll labour night and day To be a pilgrrim.

In the merry month of may,  In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone  Phyllida and Corydon.Ado there was, god wo   He Would love and she would not

"The Shephered Boy's Song"- Fun Poems

The Shephered Boy's Song

He That is Down, Needs fear no fall, He That is Law, no pride; He That is Humble,ever shall Have God to be his guide. I am content with what i Have, Little be it, or much; And, Lord,Contentment still i crave, Because Though savest such. Fullness to  such a burden is That go on pilgrimage; Here little, And hereafter bliss Is best from age to age.


Who Would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come Wind, Come Wather.
There's no discouragenment Shall make hom once relent His first avow'd intent To be a pilgrim. Whose beset him round, With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound; His Strength the more is No lion can him fright,  He will with a giant fight, But he will have a right to be pilgirm. Hobgoblin, nor foul friend, Can daunt his spirit; He Knows, he at the end Shall life in herit. Then fancies  fly away, He'll fear not what men say,
He'll labour night and day To be a pilgrrim.

My True Love!

"My True Love"

My true-love hath my heart, and I have this, By Just exchange one for another given: I Hold his dear, And mine she cannot miss, There Never was a better bargain driven: My true-love hath my heart, and I Have her.
Her Heart in me keeps her and me in one My heart in her her thoughts and sensens guides:She loves my heart, for once it was her own, I cherish her because in me it bides: My true - love hath my heart, and I have her.......

He That is Down, Needs fear no fall, He That is Law, no pride; He That is Humble,ever shall Have God to be his guide. I am content with what i Have,  Little be it, or much; And, Lord,Contentment still i crave,
Because Though savest such. Fullness to  such a burden is That go on pilgrimage; Here little, And hereafter bliss Is best from age to age

Farewell to the Faithless -pt2

"Farewell to the Faithless"

Though for to take  It is not my mind, But to forsake  One so unkind,And as I find So will I trust,Farewell, unjust.Can ye say nay,But That you said That I always Should be obeyed? And thus betrayed, Or that I wist, Farewell, unkissed."Is it Possible....."


Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly White as the sun fair as the lily Heigh ho,how i do love thee I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams How blest were i if thou wouldst prove me Diaphenia Like the spreading roses That in thy sweets all sweets encloses Fair sweet how i do love thee!I Do love thee as each flower Love the Sun's life -giving power For dead thy breath to life might move me Diaphenia like to all things blesed When all thy praises are expressed Dear joy how i do love thee As the birds do love the spring Or the bees their careful king Then in requite sweet vergin love me!