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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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[2] The Passion

Who can reviewe, without a pretious losse
Of teares, the bitter sorowes of thy crosse
(Oh Dearest Lord)
Whose corps was gor'd,
In every member, by remorseles steele,
That wee (thy Members) might not Tophet feele—
Thy feet (Oh God)
Which never trod
In sinnefull pathes, with bloudy nayles were pierc'd;
Because wee in ungodly wayes were vers'd:
Thy hands most pure,
Were forc'd t'endure
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The self same paines; because our hands have bin,
Vile instruments of wickednes, and sinne:
Thy temples blest
With thornes were prest:
Because wee have (upon our pillowes soft)
Mischievous stratagems imagin'd oft:
Thy heart most just,
And free from lust,
Was wounded too; because our hearts most evill,
Through pride, and lust, were censers for the Devill.
What I expresse,
Must needes be lesse
Then thy sharp paines, for the whole Continent,
Of thy chast corps, was into one wound rent:
Who can reflect,
With dry aspect,
Upon thy torments? Oh that I could weepe,
Till I did swimme in my repentance deepe,
Since for my guilt,
Thy bloud was spilt:
But I am whelm'd, in sorowes, and in feares,
Because I cannot drowne my sinnes in teares:
What shall I say?
I thus will pray.
As bloud, and water issu'd from thy wound,
So with thy bloud, doe Thou my teares compound./
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