Followe thy faire sunne

Followe thy faire sunne, vnhappy shadowe,
Though thou be blacke as night,
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy faire sun, vnhappie shadowe.
Follow her whose light thy light depriueth,
Though here thou liu’st disgrac’t,
And she in heauen is plac’t,
Yet follow her whose light the world reuiueth.
Follow those pure beames whose beautie burneth,
That so haue scorched thee,
As thou still blacke must bee,
Til her kind beames thy black to brightnes turneth.
Follow her while yet her glorie shineth :
There comes a luckles night,
That will dim all her light ;
And this the black vnhappie shade deuineth.
Follow still since so thy fates ordained ;
The Sunne must haue his shade,
Till both at once doe fade,
The Sun still proud, the shadow still disdained.

(1 votes, average: 5,00 out of 5)

Follow Thy Fair Sun Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow! Though thou be black as night, And she made all of light, Yet follow […]...

Your faire lookes enflame my desire Your faire lookes enflame my desire: Quench it againe with loue. Stay, O striue not still to retire: Doe not […]...

Of King Edward the third, and the faire Countesse of Salisbury, setting forth her constancy and endlesse glory When as King Edward the third did liue, that valiant King: Dauid of Scotland to rebell, did then begin. The […]...

My Sweetest Lesbia (imitation of Catallus) My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let […]...

The Spanish Ladies Loue to an English Gentleman W you heare a Spanish Lady how she wooed an Englishman: Garments gay as rich as may be, deckt with […]...

How Couentry was made free by Godiva, Countesse of Chester To the Tune of Prince Arthnr died at Ludlow. Leofricus, that Noble Earle Of Chester, as I reade, Did for […]...

My loue hath vowd hee will forsake mee My loue hath vowd hee will forsake mee, And I am alreadie sped. Far other promise he did make me […]...

The Sypres curten of the night is spread The Sypres curten of the night is spread, And ouer all a silent dewe is cast. The weaker cares by […]...

A Gentlewomans complaint, in that she found her freind faithlesse, which should haue continued constant Faith is a figure standing now for nought: faith is a fancy which ought to rest in thought. Faith now […]...

I never saw my Lady lay apart I never saw my Lady lay apart Her cornet black, in cold nor yet in heat, Sith first she knew […]...

An Hymne in Honovr of Beavtie Ah whither, Loue, wilt thou now carrie mee? What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too […]...

An Hymne Of Heavenly Beavtie Rapt with the rage of mine own rauisht thought, Through cõtemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heauen […]...

Shall I come, sweet Loue, to thee Shall I come, sweet Loue, to thee When the eu’ning beames are set? Shall I not excluded be? Will you […]...

The widdowes solace To the tune of Robinsons Almaine. Mourne no more faire widdow, teares are all in vaine: Tis neither griefe nor […]...

TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US To draw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess […]...

Because I still kept thee from lies and blame Because I still kept thee from lies and blame, And to my power always thee honoured, Unkind tongue! to ill […]...

Come, O come, my lifes delight Come, O come, my lifes delight, Let me not in languor pine: Loue loues no delay; thy sight, The more […]...

An Hymn on the Nativity of My Savior I sing the birth was born to-night, The author both of life and light; The angels so did sound it. […]...

A Mournfull Dittie, on the death of Rosamond, King Henry the seconds Concubine To the Tune of When flying Fame. Wenas King Henry rul’d this land, the second of that name, Besides the […]...

Gascoignes good morrow You that have spent the silent night, In sleepe and quiet rest, And joye to see the cheerefull lyght That […]...

When Thou Must Home to Shades of Underground When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admirèd guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt […]...

A pleasant Dialogue betweene plaine Truth and blind Ignorance Truth. God speed you, aged Father, and giue you a good day: What is the cause I pray you, so […]...

Leave me, O love Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in […]...

What then is loue but mourning? What then is loue but mourning? What desire, but a selfe-burning? Till shee that hates doth loue returne, Thus will […]...

A proper new Ballad breefely declaring the Death and Execution of fourteen most wicked Traitors, who suffered death in Lincolnes Inne feelde neere London: […]...

When thou must home to shades of vnder ground When thou must home to shades of vnder ground, And there ariu’d, a newe admired guest, The beauteous spirits do […]...

And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus? And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all […]...

In faith I woth not what to say In faith I woth not what to say, Thy chances been so wonderous, Thou Fortune, with thy divers play That […]...

AGAINST JEALOUSY Wretched and foolish Jealousy, How cam’st thou thus to enter me? I ne’er was of thy kind : Nor have […]...

Salomons good houswife, in the 31 of his Proverbes HE that a gracious wife doth find, Whose life puts vertue chiefe in vre, One of the right good huswife […]...

A most sweet Song of an English-Merchant Born in Chichester To an Excellent New Tune. A Rich Merchant man there was that was both graue & wise, Did kill a […]...

Of all nacyons vnder the heuyn [Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste […]...

Of patient Grissel and a Noble Marquesse To the Tune of, The Brides good morrow. A Noble Marquesse, as he did ride a hunting hard by a […]...

AN ELEGY – Since you must go Since you must go, and I must bid farewell, Hear, mistress, your departing servant tell What it is like: and […]...

A Dialogue between two shepherds, Thenot and Piers in praise of ASTREA, made by the excellent Lady, the Lady Mary Countess of Pembroke at the Queen’s Majesty’s being […]...

Like to a hermit Like to a hermit poor in place obscure I mean to spend my days of endless doubt, To wail such […]...

An Hymne of Heavenly Love Love, lift me vp vpon thy golden wings, From this base world vnto thy heauens hight, Where I may see […]...

The Golden Gift that Nature Did Thee Give The golden gift that Nature did thee give To fasten friends and feed them at thy will With form and […]...

London, Hast Thou Accursed Me London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, […]...

Nature, that washed her hands Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, […]...

Related posts: