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The Shorter Poems of Ralph Knevet

A Critical Edition by Amy M. Charles
Knevet, Ralph (1600-1671)

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ΣΤΡΑΤΙΩΤΙΚΟΝ.
  
[dedication]
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[3] To his friend the Author.
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[4] To any to whom I write.
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[5] To the same.
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[6] To Captaine HENRY SHELTON.
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[7] To Mr. THOMAS KNEVET of Ashwell Thorpe.
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[8] To Sir ROGER TOWNSEND.
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[9] To Sir CHARLES LE-GROSSE.
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[10] To Sir JOHN HARE.
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[11] To Sir WILLIAM YELVERTON of Ruffham.
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[12] To Sir MILES HOBART Knight of the Bathe.
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[13] To Sir JOHN HENNINGHAM.
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[14] To Sir HEYMAN LE-STRANGE.
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[15] To Sir THOMAS SOUTHWELL.
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[16] To Sir THOMAS WOODHOUSE.
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[17] To Sir THOMAS RICHARDSON.
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[18] To Sir ROBERT GAUDY.
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[19] To Sir DRU DRURY.
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[20] To Sir JOHN HOBART.
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[21] To Sir ROBERT BELL.
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[22] To Sir WILLIAM DE-GRAY.
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[23] To Mr. FRAMMINGHAM GAUDY.
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[24] To Mr. SHEPHERD of Kyrby.
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[25] To Mr. WEBBE of Breckles.
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[26] To Mr. ANTHONY HOBART of Hales.
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[27] To Mr. PHILIP WOODHOUSE.
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[28] To Mr. WILLIM POSTON of Paston.
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[29] To Mr. PETTIE of Morley.
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[30] To Mr. JOHN HOLLAND.
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[31] To Mr. BARTHOLOMEW COTTON.
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[32] To Mr. THOMAS WARDE of Bixley.
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[33] To Mr. THOMAS LAYER of Booton.
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[34] To Mr. JAMES CALTHORP.
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[35] To Mr. WILLIAM BLADWELL.
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[36] To Mr. RAPH BLEVER-HASSIT.
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[37] To Mr. CLEMENT HYRNE.
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[38] To Mr. EDMUND KNEVET.
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[39] To Mr. AUSTINE HOLLE.
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[40] To Mr. EDWARD WOOTTON.
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[41] To Mr. EDWARD DOILY.
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[42] To Mr. JOHN CRUSO.
  
A DISCOURSE OF MILITARIE DISCIPLINE.
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[43]. A Threnode
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[44] Upon the death of Sir RALPHE SHELTON.
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RHODON AND IRIS.
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FUNERALL ELEGIES;
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A GALLERY TO THE TEMPLE.

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[72] Sicknes

Sicknes is Balme of Gilead,
It makes the dead to live,
Breakes Satans head.
It is a life contemplative,
The soules Memento sweet,
It settes all right,
And in safe pathes directs our feet:
It is a golden bitte,
For sinnes restraint:
It makes our soules cease to bee idle,
Although our bodyes faint:
It youth doth bridle,
And middle Ages makes to thinke,
Of their declineing state,
And how they sinke,
Toward the common House of fate:
It is a bitter pill,
Which renders life,
Although it doth the body kill:
It is Heavens pruneing knife,
Which by abscission,
Doth sinfull branches take away,
And mends the soules condition:
What shall I say?
Although it bee the bodyes griefe,
It is the soules reliefe./
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