Автор: NICHOLAS GRIMALD

What path list you to tread? What trade will you assay? The courts of plea by brawl and bate drive […]

The issue of great Jove, draw near, you Muses nine! Help us to praise the blissful plot of garden ground […]

What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see, What dear delight the blooms to bees, my true Love […]

Lo, quhat it is to love Learn ye that list to prove, By me, I say, that no ways may […]

Hence, heart, with her that must depart, And hald thee with thy soverane! For I had liever want ane heart, […]