Arectyng my syght towarde the zodyake,
The sygnes xii for to beholde a farre,
When Mars retrogradant reuersyd his bak,
Lord of the yere in his orbicular,
Put vp his sworde, for he cowde make no warre,
And whan Lucina plenarly did shyne,
Scorpione ascendynge degrees twyse nyne.

(C) John Skelton
03/08/2017


Best Poems of John Skelton

• Arectyng My Syght
• Womanhod Wanton Ye Want
• My Darling Dear, My Daisy Flower
• A Lawde And Prayse
• The Bowge Of Courte
• An Elegie On Henry, Fourth Erle Of Northumberlande
• Knoledge, Acquayntance, Resort, Fauour With Grace
• Excerpt From Speke, Parrot
• Mannerly Margery Milk And Ale
• With Lullay, Lullay
• Colyn Cloute
• Cuncta Licet Cecidisse Putas Discrimina Rerum
• The Book Of Phillip Sparrow
• To Mistress Margery Wentworth
• Vppon A Deedmans Hed
• From Colin Clout
• Go, Piteous Heart
• To Mistress Margery Wentworth -2
• The Auncient Acquaintance, Madam, Betwen Vs Twayn
• The Tunning Of Elenor Rumming
• To Mistress Isabell Pennell