George Gascoigne Poems
|1.||The Green Knight's Farewell To Fancy||1/21/2015|
|2.||Praise Of The Fair Bridges, Afterwards Lady Sandes, On Her Having A Scar In Her Forehead||4/20/2010|
|5.||When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day||4/20/2010|
|7.||The Steel Glass||1/1/2004|
|8.||The Night Is Near Gone||1/4/2003|
|9.||Inscription In A Garden||4/20/2010|
|13.||At Beauty's Bar As I Did Stand||4/20/2010|
|15.||A Lover's Lullaby||1/4/2003|
|17.||Fie, Pleasure, Fie!||5/27/2001|
|18.||For That He Looked Not Upon Her||4/20/2010|
|19.||The Looks Of A Lover Enamoured||4/20/2010|
|20.||You Must Not Wonder, Though You Think It Strange||1/1/2004|
|21.||And If I Did, What Then?||5/27/2001|
Comments about George Gascoigne
My worthy Lord, I pray you wonder not
To see your woodman shoot so oft awry,
Nor that he stands amazèd like a sot,
And lets the harmless deer unhurt go by.
Or if he strike a doe which is but carren,
Laugh not good Lord, but favor such a fault,
Take will in worth, he would fain hit the barren,
But though his heart be good, his hap is naught.
And therefore now I crave your Lordship's leave,
To tell you plain what is the cause of this.
First, if it please your honor to perceive
What makes your woodman shoot so oft amiss.
Believe me, Lord, the case is nothing ...
The Night Is Near Gone
HEY! now the day dawis;
The jolly cock crawis;
Now shroudis the shawis
Thro' Nature anon.
The thissel-cock cryis
On lovers wha lyis:
Now skaillis the skyis;
The nicht is neir gone.