Barnabe Googe or Gooche (1540 - 1594) (also spelled Barnaby Googe) was an English poet and translator, one of the earliest English pastoral poets.
Barnabe Googe was born on June 11, 1540, in London or Kent, the son of Robert Googe, recorder of Lincoln.
He studied at the strongly Reformist Christ's College, Cambridge, and was long thought to have also studied at New College, ... more »
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Barnabe Googe Poems
Give money me, take friendship whoso list, For friends are gone, come once adversity, When money yet remaineth safe in chest,
Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind
The oftener seen, the more I lust, The more I lust, the more I smart, The more I smart, the more I trust, The more I trust, the heavier heart;
Coming Homeward Out Of Spain
O raging seas, and Mighty Neptune's reign, In monstrous hills that throwest thyself so high, That with thy floods dost beat the shores of Spain,
Once Musing As I Sat
Once musing as I sat, And candle burning by, When all were hushed, I might discern A simple silly fly,
An Epitaph On The Death Of Nicholas Grim...
Behold this fleeting world, how all things fade, How every thing doth pass and wear away; Each state of life, by common course and trade,
To L. Blundeston
Some men be coun- ted wise that well can talk, And some because they can each man beguile.
To Doctor Bale
Good aged Bale, that with thy hoary hairs Dost yet persist to turn the painful book, O happy man, that hast obtained such years,
To Alexander Neville
The little fish that in the stream doth fleet, With broad forth-stretched fins for his disport, Whenas he spies the fish's bait so sweet,
The Preface Of L. Blundeston
The Senses dull of my appalled muse Foreweryed with the trauayle of my brayne In scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,
O fond Affection, wounder of my heart, When wilt thou cease To breed my ceaseless pain?
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstad The Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.
Comments about Barnabe Googe
Give money me, take friendship whoso list,
For friends are gone, come once adversity,
When money yet remaineth safe in chest,
That quickly can thee bring from misery;
Fair face show friends when riches do abound;
Come time of proof, farewell, they must away;
Believe me well, they are not to be found
If God but send thee once a lowering day.
Gold never starts aside, but in distress,
Finds ways enough to ease thine heaviness.