Poems by John Lyly
A Dittie
... No flattering hope she likes, blind Fortunes bait ...
Hymn To Apollo
... To Physic's and to Poesy's king! ...
Oh, For a Bowl of Fat Canary
... s dairy; Oh, these draughts would make us merry! ...
Song: To The Spring
... Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, ...
Sappho's Song
... Thy sleep fond dreams, thy dreams long care ...
Mother Bombie
... Acc. It is all one in Venus wanton schoole, ...
Eurymine's Song
... Cast downe your eye, cast downe your eye ...
Vulcan's Song: In Making Of The Arrows
... So, so : our work being done, let's play : ...
Cupid And Campaspe
... O Love! has she done this to thee ...
Apollo's Song
... Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt, ...
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
... s them too; then down he throwsThe coral of his lip, the roseGrowing on's cheek (but none knows how) ...
