Sir Edward Dyer
English courtier and poet, son of Sir Thomas Dyer, Kt., was born at Sharpham Park, Somersetshire. He was educated, according to Anthony ~ Wood, either at Balliol College or at Broadgates Hall, Oxford. He left the university without taking a degree, and after some time spent abroad appeared at Queen. Elizabeth’s court. His first patron was the earl of Leicester, who seems to have thought of putting... more »
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Sir Edward Dyer Poems
My Mind to me a Kingdom is
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find That it excels all other bliss Which God or nature hath assign'd.
The lowest trees have tops
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat, And slender hairs cast shadows though but small, And bees have stings although they be not great.
I would and I would not
I woulde it were not as it is Or that I cared not yea or no; I woulde I thoughte it not amiss, Or that amiss mighte blamles goo;
The man of Woe
The mann whose thoughtes agaynste him do conspyre, One whom Mishapp her storye dothe depaynt, The mann of woe, the matter of desier, Free of the dead, that lives in endles plaint,
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid, Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is all betraid,
The Shepherd's Conceit of Prometheus
Prometheus when firste frome heaven hye He broughte downe fyre, 'ere then on earthe not seene, Fond of Delight, a Satyre standing bye Gaue it a kyss, as it lyke Sweete had bene.
Devyde my tymes and rate my wretched howres From days to months, fro months to many yeers, And than compare my sweetest to my sowres then And see wich more in equall vewe appeares;
Coridon to his Phillis
Alas my hart, mine eye hath wrongèd thee, Presumptious eye, to gaze on Phillis face: Whose heavenly eye no mortall man may see But he must die, or purchase Phillis grace.
A Lady Forsaken Complayneth
If pleasures be in painfulness, in pleasures doth my body rest, If joyes accord with carefulness, a joyful hart is in my brest: If prison strong be liberty, in liberty long have I been, If joyes accord with misery, who can compare a lyfe to myne:
As rare to heare as seldome to be seene, It cannot be nor never yet hathe bene That fire should burne with perfecte heate and flame Without some matter for to yealde the same.
To Phillis the Faire Sheeperdesse
My Phillis hath the morninge Sunne, at first to looke upon her: And Phillis hath morne-waking birds, her risinge still to honour.
The Faire Amarillis
Amarillis was full fayre: The goodlyest mayde was she From the east unto the west That heaven's eye could se.
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My Mind to me a Kingdom is
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find
That it excels all other bliss
Which God or nature hath assign'd.
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
No princely port, nor wealthy store,
No force to win a victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to win a loving eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall,--
For why? my mind despise them all.
I see that plenty surfeit oft,
And hasty climbers soonest fall;
I see that such as are ...