Joshua Sylvester Poems
- To His Coy Love I pray thee, leave, love me no more, Call ...
- Du Bartas, His Divine Weeks An...
- Love's Omnipresence Where I was base as is the lowly ...
- Ubique WERE I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my ...
- The Glorious Stars Of Heaven I'll ne'er believe that the ...
- A Contented Mind I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile, I joy...
- They Say That Shadows Of Decea...
English poet, the son of a Kentish clothier, was born in 1563. In his tenth year he was sent to school at Southampton, where he gained a knowledge of French.
After about three years at school he appears to have been put to business, and in 1591 the title-page of his Yvry states that he was in the service of the Merchant Adventurers' Company. He was for a short time a land steward, and in 1606 Prince Henry gave him a small pension as a kind of court poet.
In 1613 he obtained a position as secretary to the Merchant Adventurers. He was stationed at Middelburg, in the Low Countries, where he died on the 28th of September 1618.
He translated into English heroic couplets the ... more »
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To His Coy Love
I pray thee, leave, love me no more,
Call home the heart you gave me!
I but in vain that saint adore
Tat can but will not save me.
These poor half-kisses kill me quite
Was ever man thus served?
Amidst an ocean of delight
For pleasure to be starved?
Show me no more those snowy breasts
With azure riveters branched,
Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts,
Yet is my thirst not stanched;
O Tantalus, thy pains ne'er tell!
By me thou art prevented:
'Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell,
But thus in Heaven tormented.
Clip me no more in those dear ...