 | Sinetes (1597) |  |
In prayse of the Booke.
Of loue of ioy of solace sweete and pleasant vaine,That wonted was thy sugred muse to write and sing,
Both Sonetts Maddrigals with dainty ditties playne,
What sudden chaunce hath moued to chang thy stile what thing.
Yf Prince prelate peere and Parry discontent,
Complaynes a like gainst froward fortunes bad intent.
Compier, full many shalt thou finde with there estate;
Both discontented beare and blame their direfull fate.
When all thinges alter kinde that subiect be to change,
Then loue thē ioy shal likewise turne to sorrow strange.
T. S. Esq.
| Sinetes (1597) | |