John Lyly (Lylie or Lyllie)

The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes
overthrow the tallest Oke.

The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes
overthrow the tallest Oke.

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.

Who wer as lyke as one pease is to another.

Who wer as lyke as one pease is to another.

Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.

Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.

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.