Web14 de dic. de 2016 · My many sinnes in nomber are encreast, With weight wherof in sea of depe despeire My sinking soule is now so sore opprest, That now in peril and in present fere, I crye: susteine me, Lord, and Lord I pray, With endlesse nomber of thy mercies take The endlesse nomber of my sinnes away. So by thy mercie, for thy mercies sake, Web14 de ene. de 2024 · by Mary Wroth Except my heart, which you bestow'd before, And for a signe of Conquest gave away As worthlesse to be kept in your choice store; Yet one more spotlesse with you doth not stay. The tribute which my heart doth truely pay, Is faith untouch'd, pure thoughts discharge the score Of debts for me, where Constancy beares …
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WebThe bold, brilliant Mary Wroth with a string instrument called a theorbo, circa 1620. Alamy. Two summers ... In the Urania, Pamphilia writes love poems and gives them to Amphilanthus. Webby Mary Wroth. When every one to pleasing pastime hies. Some hunt, some hawke, some play, while some delight. In sweet discourse, and musicke shewes joys might: Yet I my … WebLove first shall leave mens phant'sies to them free, Desire shall quench loves flames, Spring, hate sweet showres; Love shall loose all his Darts, have sight, and see. His shame and wishings, hinder happy houres. Why should we not loves purblinde charmes resist? Must we be servile, doing what he list? No, seeke some hoste too harbour thee: I flye. tofu is made of