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?'
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,
My worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not To see your woodman shoot so oft awry, Nor that he stands amazèd like a sot,
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:
IN haste, post haste, when first my wandering mind Beheld the glistring Court with gazing eye, Such deep delights I seemed therein to find,
The Steel Glass
... O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods yborn, You were not born all only for yourselves: Your country claims some part of all your pains.
No haste but good, where wisdom makes the way, For proof whereof behold the simple snail (Who sees the soldier's carcass cast away,
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;
For why the gains doth seldom quit the charge: And so say I by proof too dearly bought, My haste made waste; my brave and brainsick barge
Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards L...
In court whoso demaundes What dame doth most excell; For my conceit I must needes say,
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)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
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...