George Gascoigne was an English poet, soldier, artist, and unsuccessful courtier. He is considered the most important poet of the early Elizabethan era, following Sir Thomas Wyatt and Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey and leading to the emergence of Philip Sidney. He was the first poet to deify Queen Elizabeth I, in effect establishing her cult as a virgin goddess married to her kingdom and subjects. His most noted works include A Discourse of the Adventures of Master FJ (1573), an account of courtly sexual intrigue and one of the earliest English prose fictions; The Supposes, (performed in 1566, printed in 1573), an early translation of Ariosto and the first comedy written in English prose, ... more »
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George Gascoigne Poems
For That He Looked Not Upon Her
YOU must not wonder, though you think it strange, To see me hold my louring head so low; And that mine eyes take no delight to range
And If I Did, What Then?
1 'And if I did, what then? 2 Are you aggriev'd therefore? 3 The sea hath fish for every man, 4 And what would you have more?'
My worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not To see your woodman shoot so oft awry, Nor that he stands amazèd like a sot,
You Must Not Wonder, Though You Think It...
You must not wonder, though you think it strange, To see me hold my lowering head so low; And that mine eyes take no delight to range About the gleams which on your face do grow.
The Looks Of A Lover Enamoured
THOU, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft, And find therein great cause of deep delight, Thy face is fair, thy skin is smooth and soft,
Fie, Pleasure, Fie!
1 Fie pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight, 2 Thou fill'st my mouth with sweetmeats overmuch; 3 I wallow still in joy both day and night:
1 Sing lullaby, as women do, 2 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; 3 And lullaby can I sing to,
A Lover's Lullaby
SING lullaby, as women do, Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; And lullaby can I sing too, As womanly as can the best.
No haste but good, where wisdom makes the way, For proof whereof behold the simple snail (Who sees the soldier's carcass cast away,
At Beauty's Bar As I Did Stand
AT Beauty's bar as I did stand, When False Suspect accused, ``George,'' quod the judge, ``hold up thy hand; Thou art arraigned of flattery.
IN haste, post haste, when first my wandering mind Beheld the glistring Court with gazing eye, Such deep delights I seemed therein to find,
And every year a world my will did deem, Till lo! at last, to Court now am I come, A seemly swain that might the place beseem,
To prink me up, and make me higher placed, All came too late that tarried any time; Piles of provision pleased not my taste,
Inscription In A Garden
IF any flower that here is grown Or any herb may ease your pain, Take and account it as your own, But recompense the like again;
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For That He Looked Not Upon Her
YOU must not wonder, though you think it strange,
To see me hold my louring head so low;
And that mine eyes take no delight to range
About the gleams which on your face do grow.
The mouse which once hath broken out of trap,
Is seldom 'ticed with the trustless bait,
But lies aloof for fear of more mishap,
And feedeth still in doubt of deep deceit.
The scorched fly, which once hath 'scaped the flame,
Will hardly come again to play with fire:
Whereby I learn that grievous is the game
Which follows fancy dazzled by desire:
So that I wink or else hold...