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
My worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not To see your woodman shoot so oft awry, Nor that he stands amazèd like a sot,
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?'
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
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,
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.
1 Sing lullaby, as women do, 2 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; 3 And lullaby can I sing to,
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:
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.
No haste but good, where wisdom makes the way, For proof whereof behold the simple snail (Who sees the soldier's carcass cast away,
IN haste, post haste, when first my wandering mind Beheld the glistring Court with gazing eye, Such deep delights I seemed therein to find,
To prink me up, and make me higher placed, All came too late that tarried any time; Piles of provision pleased not my taste,
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,
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;
Comments about George Gascoigne
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
My worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not
To see your woodman shoot so oft awry,
Nor that he stands amazèd like a sot,
And lets the harmless deer unhurt go by.
Or if he strike a doe which is but carren,
Laugh not good Lord, but favor such a fault,
Take will in worth, he would fain hit the barren,
But though his heart be good, his hap is naught.
And therefore now I crave your Lordship's leave,
To tell you plain what is the cause of this.
First, if it please your honor to perceive
What makes your woodman shoot so oft amiss.
Believe me, Lord, the case is nothing ...