Posts tagged ‘1680’

Saturday, 19 January 2019

Song by Elizabeth Malet Wilmot

Nothing ades to Loves fond fire
More then scorn and cold disdain
I to cherish your desire
kindess used but twas in vain
you insulted on your Slave
To be mine you soon refused
Hope hope not then the power to have
Which ingloriously you used
Thinke not Thersis I will ere
By my love my Empire loose
you grow Constant through dispare
kindness you would soon abuse
Though you still possess my hart
Scorn and rigor I must fain
there remaines noe other art
your Love fond fugitive to gain.

From: Greer, Germaine; Hastings, Susan; Medoff, Jeslyn and Sansone, Melinda (eds.), Kissing the Rod: An Anthology of Seventeenth-Century Women’s Verse, 1988, Farrar Strauss Giroux: New York, pp. 230-231.

Date: 1680

By: Elizabeth Malet Wilmot (1651-1681)

Sunday, 24 June 2018

On Death by William Winstanley

The death of all men is the total sum,
The Period unto which we all must come.
He lives but a short life that lives the longest
And he is weak in death, in life was strongest.
Our life’s like Cobwebs be we ne’re so gay,
And death the Broom which sweeps us all away.

From: Winstanley, William, The new help to discourse or, Wit, mirth, and jollity. intermixt with more serious matters consisting of pleasant astrological, astronomical, philosophical, grammatical, physical, chyrurgical, historical, moral, and poetical questions and answers. As also histories, poems, songs, epitaphs, epigrams, anagrams, acrosticks, riddles, jests, poesies, complements, &c. With several other varieties intermixt; together with The countrey-man’s guide; containing directions for the true knowledge of several matters concerning astronomy and husbandry, in a more plain and easie method than any yet extant. By W. W. gent., 2006, Text Creation Partnership: Ann Arbor, Michigan and Oxford, p. 197.

Date: 1680

By: William Winstanley (c1628-1698)

Saturday, 23 July 2016

[Self-Portrait] by Thomas Smith

Why Why should I the World be minding
therein a World of Evils Finding
Then Farewell World: Farewell thy Jarres
thy Joies thy Toies thy Wiles thy Warrs
Truth Sounds Retreat: I am not sorye.
The Eternal Drawes to him my heart
By Faith (which can thy Force Subvert)
To Crowne me (after Grace) with Glory.


Date: c1680

By: Thomas Smith (fl. c1680)

Saturday, 11 October 2014

Huswifery by Edward Taylor

Make me, O Lord, thy Spinning Wheele compleat;
Thy Holy Worde my Distaff make for mee.
Make mine Affections thy Swift Flyers neate,
And make my Soule thy holy Spoole to bee.
My Conversation make to be thy Reele,
And reele the yarn thereon spun of thy Wheele.

Make me thy Loome then, knit therein this Twine:
And make thy Holy Spirit, Lord, winde quills:
Then weave the Web thyselfe. The yarn is fine.
Thine Ordinances make my Fulling Mills.
Then dy the same in Heavenly Colours Choice,
All pinkt with Varnish’t Flowers of Paradise.

Then cloath therewith mine Understanding, Will,
Affections, Judgment, Conscience, Memory;
My Words and Actions, that their shine may fill
My wayes with glory and thee glorify.
Then mine apparell shall display before yee
That I am Cloathd in Holy robes for glory.


Date: 1680-1683

By: Edward Taylor (?1642-1729)

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

I Do Not Like Thee, Doctor Fell by Tom Brown

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.


Date: 1680

By: Tom Brown (1663-1704)