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Pepys Sings Gaze Not Upon Swans 🦢; Three Men and Their Boat; and we ponder the ancient Washing of Feet and Hands 🙌🏻
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A poem by Henry Noel (Elizabethan
Courtier)
Gaze not on Swans
Gaze not on swans in whose soft breast
A full hatcht beauty seems to nest,
Nor snow which falling from the sky,
Hovers in its virginity.
Gaze not on roses though new blown
Grac’d with a fresh complexion,
Nor lilly which no subtle bee
Hath rob'd by kissing chemistry.
Gaze not on that pure milky way
Where night vies splendour with the day,
Nor pearls whose silver walls confine
The riches of an Indian mine.
For if my emperesse appears
Swans moultring dy, snow melts to tears,
Roses do blush and hang their heads,
Pale lillyes shrink into their beds;
The milky way rides past to shrowd
Its baffled glory in a clowd,
And pearls do climb into her eare,
To hang themselves for envy there.
So have I seene stars big with light,
Proud lanthorns to the moone-ey’d night,
Which when Sol's rays were once display'd,
Sunk in their sockets and decay'd.
Henry Noel
(courtier to Queen Elizabeth 1)
Died:1597
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Manage episode 507504248 series 3607035
A poem by Henry Noel (Elizabethan
Courtier)
Gaze not on Swans
Gaze not on swans in whose soft breast
A full hatcht beauty seems to nest,
Nor snow which falling from the sky,
Hovers in its virginity.
Gaze not on roses though new blown
Grac’d with a fresh complexion,
Nor lilly which no subtle bee
Hath rob'd by kissing chemistry.
Gaze not on that pure milky way
Where night vies splendour with the day,
Nor pearls whose silver walls confine
The riches of an Indian mine.
For if my emperesse appears
Swans moultring dy, snow melts to tears,
Roses do blush and hang their heads,
Pale lillyes shrink into their beds;
The milky way rides past to shrowd
Its baffled glory in a clowd,
And pearls do climb into her eare,
To hang themselves for envy there.
So have I seene stars big with light,
Proud lanthorns to the moone-ey’d night,
Which when Sol's rays were once display'd,
Sunk in their sockets and decay'd.
Henry Noel
(courtier to Queen Elizabeth 1)
Died:1597
Top 10 in Global Rankings according to Listen Notes.
Your daily dose of calm.
Episodes daily, no ads, no subscriptions required. 😊
#1 GOODPODS PODCAST OF THE WEEK:
32,000 All-time Downloads since October 2024 🥳
Love Gretel 🌝
350 episodes
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