John Lyly (Lylie or Lyllie)

A new broome sweepeth cleane.

A new broome sweepeth cleane.

None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
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None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.

Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be
looking.

Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be
looking.

A cleere conscience is a sure carde.

A cleere conscience is a sure carde.

What bird so sings, yet does so wail?
O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--
Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, read more

What bird so sings, yet does so wail?
O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--
Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, she cries,
And still her woes at midnight rise.