Thomas Copeland
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365 appearances
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first heard Aug 2026
last heard 3 Aug
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O no, her heart is such a citadel, so fortified with wit, stored with disdain, that to win it is all the skill and pain.
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Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, of those three gods whose arms the fairest were.
Jove's golden shield did eagle sables bear, whose talents held young Ganymede above.
but in verd field mars bare a golden spear which through a bleeding heart his point did shove each had his crest mars carried venus glove jove on his helm the thunderbolt did rear cupid then smiles for on his crest there lies stella's fair hair her face he makes his shield where roses jewels are born in silver field
Phoebus drew wide the curtains of the skies to blaze these last, and swear devoutly then, the first, thus matched, were scanty gentlemen.
fourteen alas have i not pain enough my friend upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire than did on him who first stale down the fire why love on me doth all his quiver spend but with your rhubarb words ye must contend to grieve me worse in saying that desire doth plunge my well-formed soul even in the mire of sinful thoughts which do in ruin end
if that be sin which doth the manners frame well staid with truth in word and faith of deed ready of wit and fearing naught but shame if that be sin which in fixed hearts doth breed a loathing of all loose unchastity then love is sin and let me sinful be
you that do search for every purling spring which from the ribs of old parnassus flows and every flower not sweet perhaps which grows near thereabouts into your posy ring ye that do dictionaries method bring into your rhymes running in rattling rows
you that poor petrarch's long-deceased woes with new-born sighs and denizened wit do sing you take wrong ways those far-fetched helps be such as to bewray a want of inward touch and sure at length stolen goods do come to light but if both for your love and skill your name you seek to nurse at fullest breasts of fame stella behold and then begin to indict
sixteen in nature apt to like when i did see beauties which were of many carats fine my boiling sprites did thither soon incline and love i thought that i was full of thee but finding not those restless flames in me which others said did make their souls to pine i thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine by my soul judging what love's pain might be
but while i thus with this young lion played mine eyes shall i say cursed or blest beheld stella now she is named need more be said in her sight i a lesson you have spelled i now have learned love right and learned even so as who being poisoned doth poison know
his mother dear cupid offended late because that mars grown slacker in her love with prickling shot he did not throughly move to keep the place of their first loving state the boy refused for fear of mars hate who threatened stripes if he his wrath did prove but she in chafe him from her lap did shove break bow break shafts while cupid weeping sate
till that his grandam nature pitying it of stella's brows made him to better pose and in her eyes of arrows infinite oh how for joy he leaps oh how he crows and straight therewith like wags new got to play falls to shrewd turns and i was in his way
with what sharp checks i in myself am shent when into reason's audit i do go and by just counts myself a bank-route know of all those goods which heaven to me hath lent unable quite to pay even nature's rent which unto it by birthright i do owe and which is worse no good excuse can show but that my wealth i have most idly spent
my youth doth waste my knowledge brings forth toys my wit doth strive those passions to defend which for reward spoil it with vainer noise i see my course to lose myself doth bend i see and yet no greater sorrow take than that i lose no more for stella's sake
on cupid's bow how are my heart-strings bent that see my rack and yet embrace the same when most i glory then i feel most shame i willing run yet while i run repent my best wits still their own disgrace invent my very ink turns straight to stella's name and yet my words as them my pen doth frame avise themselves that they are vainly spent
for though she pass all things yet what is all that unto me who fare like him that both looks to the skies and in a ditch doth fall oh let me prop my mind yet in his growth and not in nature for best fruits unfit scholar saith love bend hitherward your wit
twenty fly fly my friends i am a death-wound fly see there that boy that murthering boy i say who like a thief hid in dark bush doth lie till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey so tyrant he no fitter place could spy nor so well level in so secret stay as that sweet black which veils the heavenly eye
there himself with his shot he close doth lay poor passenger pass now thereby i did and stayed pleased with the prospect of the place while that black hue from me the bad guest hid but straight i saw motions of lightning grace and then descried the glistering of his dart but ere i could fly thence it pierced my heart
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