Thomas Randolph Poems
- Fairy Song We the fairies blithe and antic, Of Dimensions ...
- Upon His Picture When age hath made me what I am not now, ...
- A Devout Lover I have a mistress, for perfections rare In ...
- An Ode To Master Anthony Staff...
- On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathin...
Thomas Randolph (born 15 June 1605, Newnham-cum-Badby, Northamptonshire, England died March 1635, Blatherwycke, Northamptonshire) was an English poet and dramatist. He was born near Daventry in Northamptonshire, and was baptized on 18 June 1605. He was the uncle of colonist William Randolph.
He was educated at Westminster and at Trinity College, Cambridge. He was awarded his B.A. degree... more »
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We the fairies blithe and antic,
Of Dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us,
Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time to go orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling
Were it not for stealing, stealing.