Poems by Sir Henry Wotton
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A Translation Of The CIV. Psalm To The Original Sense
... That thou may'st smile on all which thou hast made ...
To A Noble Friend In His Sickness
... More thick assaults, and stronger siege then this ...
Tears At The Grave Of Sir Albertus Morton (Who Was Buried At Southampton) Wept By Sir H. Wotton.
... Freed now from Natures, and from Fortunes trust: ...
A Hymn To My God
... Thou then, that hast dispung'd my score, ...
Upon The Death Of Sir Albert Morton's Wife
... To live without him, liked it not, and died ...
Sir Henry Wotton, and Serjeant Hoskins Riding On The Way
... Heaven is fairest, when 'tis clearest ...
In Praise Of Angling
... And peace still slumber by these purling fountains, ...
On A Bank As I Sate A Fishing: A Description Of The Spring
... The showers were short, the weather mild, ...
Lord Of Himself
... Whose state can neither flatterers feed, ...
Elizabeth Of Bohemia
... By virtue first, then choice, a queen, ...
Doctor B. Of Tears
... Thou that mak'st light from darkness spring, ...
A Short Hymn Upon The Birth Of Prince Charles
... That spreads our Land with fruits of Love ...
An Ode To The King, At His Returning From Scotland To The Queen, After His Coronation There
... Long may they both contend to prove, ...
A Poem Written By Sir Henry Wotton In His Youth
... As well thy shame, as passions that were vain: and think, 'tis gain ...
This Hymn Was Made By Sir H. Wotton, When He Was An Ambassador At Venice, In The Time of A Great Sic
... Where all the Quire of heaven resound the same, ...
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