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.
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Joshua Sylvester Poems
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.
Du Bartas, His Divine Weeks and Works (e...
Where I was base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain
WERE I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain, Ascend to heaven in honour of my love.
The Glorious Stars of Heaven
I'll ne'er believe that the Arch-Architect With all these fires the heavenly arches decked Only for show, and with their glistening shields
A Contented Mind
I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile, I joy not much in earthly joys; I seek not state, I reck not style, I am not fond of fancy's toys;
They say that shadows of deceased ghosts
They say that shadows of deceased ghosts Do haunt the houses and the graves about, Of such whose life's lamp went untimely out, Delighting still in their forsaken hosts:
Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain,
ALPHA and Omega, God alone: Eloi, My God, the Holy-One; Whose Power is Omnipotence: Whose Wisedome is Omni-science:
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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 ...