Sir John Harrington
John Harington (also spelled Harrington) (4 August 1561 – 20 November 1612), of Kelston, was a courtier, author and master of art. He became a prominent member of Queen Elizabeth I's court, and was known as her 'saucy Godson'. But because of his poetry and other writings, he fell in and out of favour with the Queen, as well as with her successor, James I.
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Sir John Harrington Poems
Such colour had her face as when the sun Shines in a watery cloud in pleasant spring; And even as when the summer is begun
Unthankfulness is that great sin, Which made the devil and his angels fall: Lost him and them the joys that they were in,
An Elegy Of A Pointed Diamond Given By T...
DEAR, I to thee this diamond commend, In which a model of thyself I send. How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth,
On The Wares In Ireland
I praised the speech, but cannot now abide it, That warre is sweet to those that have not try'd it; For I have proved it now and plainly see't,
Against bad tongues goodness cannot defend her, Those be most free from faults they least will spare,
Of An Accident Of Saying Grace At The La...
MY Mall, in your short absence from this place, Myself here dining at your mother's board, Your little son did thus begin his grace,
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Such colour had her face as when the sun
Shines in a watery cloud in pleasant spring;
And even as when the summer is begun
The nightingales in boughs do sit and sing,
So the blind god, whose force can no man shun
Sits in her eyes, and thence his darts doth fling;
Bathing his wings in her bright crystal streams,
And sunning them in her rare beauties beams.
In these he heads his golden-headed dart,
In those he cooleth it, and tempereth so,
He levels thence at good Oberto's heart,
And to the head he draws it in his bow.