The Wiccamical Chaplet a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford |
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THE MONCKIS COMPLAYNTE TO ALMA MATER,
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THE MONCKIS COMPLAYNTE TO ALMA MATER,
Touching dyverse newe Matters wrought in Oxenforde Cytie.
Whie, holie Modher, whie doth ruthlesse honde
Thus smyte thie gates of hoarie majestie,
Workyng rude spoyle wheare Science kepte her stonde,
Contente to flowte all gawdie fantasie?
Stay, holie Modher, stay soch vanitee,
Albe so trymm, this nought beseemeth thee.
Thus smyte thie gates of hoarie majestie,
Workyng rude spoyle wheare Science kepte her stonde,
Contente to flowte all gawdie fantasie?
Stay, holie Modher, stay soch vanitee,
Albe so trymm, this nought beseemeth thee.
No goodly sight of
bedesmannes connyng celle,
Wheare urchyn Wysdome crawled forth thie lappe,
No sturdie porche wheare valour's chylde did dwelle,
Swyllyng his lore from out thie plenteous pappe!
Staie, holie Modher, staie soch vanitee,
Albe so trymm, this nought beseemeth thee.
Wheare urchyn Wysdome crawled forth thie lappe,
No sturdie porche wheare valour's chylde did dwelle,
Swyllyng his lore from out thie plenteous pappe!
Staie, holie Modher, staie soch vanitee,
Albe so trymm, this nought beseemeth thee.
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At wonted noone thie
trenchermenne unseene,
At eve unheard thy chawnte of godlie tonge,
More godlie far soch holie chawnte I weene
Than mottrying clerke with messe ne said ne songe,
Staie, holie Modher, staie soch vanitee,
Albe so trymm, this nought beseemeth thee.
At eve unheard thy chawnte of godlie tonge,
More godlie far soch holie chawnte I weene
Than mottrying clerke with messe ne said ne songe,
Staie, holie Modher, staie soch vanitee,
Albe so trymm, this nought beseemeth thee.
Nyghte's sterrie hoste in steadie path doth byde,
Ne soff'reth chaunge thilk Lampe whyche ruleth daie;
O let not showe of mortals wytlesse pryde
Bedimm thie heavenlie course, sweet Sainct, wee praie:
Staie, holie Modher, staie all vanitee,
Ne be moe trymm thanne erste beseemed thee!
Ne soff'reth chaunge thilk Lampe whyche ruleth daie;
O let not showe of mortals wytlesse pryde
Bedimm thie heavenlie course, sweet Sainct, wee praie:
Staie, holie Modher, staie all vanitee,
Ne be moe trymm thanne erste beseemed thee!
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