George Gascoigne Face Poems

  • 1.
    SING lullaby, as women do,
       Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
    And lullaby can I sing too,
       As womanly as can the best.
    ...
  • 2.
    1 Fie pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight,
    2 Thou fill'st my mouth with sweetmeats overmuch;
    3 I wallow still in joy both day and night:
    4 I deem, I dream, I do, I taste, I touch,
    ...
  • 3.
    1 Sing lullaby, as women do,
    2 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
    3 And lullaby can I sing to,
    4 As womanly as can the best.
    ...
  • 4.
    You must not wonder, though you think it strange,
    To see me hold my lowering head so low;
    And that mine eyes take no delight to range
    About the gleams which on your face do grow.
    ...
  • 5.
    AT Beauty's bar as I did stand,
    When False Suspect accused,
    ``George,'' quod the judge, ``hold up thy hand;
    Thou art arraigned of flattery.
    ...
  • 6.
    THOU, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft,
    And find therein great cause of deep delight,
    Thy face is fair, thy skin is smooth and soft,
    Thy lips are sweet, thine eyes are clear and bright,
    ...
  • 7.
    YOU must not wonder, though you think it strange,
    To see me hold my louring head so low;
    And that mine eyes take no delight to range
    About the gleams which on your face do grow.
    ...
  • 8.
    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.
    ...
  • 9.
    Sing lullaby, as women do,
    Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
    And lullaby can I sing too,
    As womanly as can the best.
    ...
Total 9 Face Poems by George Gascoigne

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