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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557, by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557

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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557. Songes written by Nicolas Grimald. by Nicolas Grimald

What sweet releef

Phebe twise took her horns

Louers men warn the corps

Sythe, Blackwood

Imps of king Ioue

In workyng well

Who wold beleeue mans life

By heauens hye gift

Charis the fourth

What cause, what reaso[n]

Deserts of Nymphs

Now flaming Phebus

To you, madame, I wish

As this first daye of Ianus

Gorgeous attire

To you this present yere

No image carued

What one art thou

The auncient time commended

What path list you to tred?

What race of life ronne you?

When princes lawes

Of all the heauenly gifts

The issue of great Ioue

The worthy Wilfords body

For Wilford wept first men

Man, by a woman lern

Myrrour of matrones

Now, blythe Thaley

Yea, and a good cause

The noble Henry

Mee thought, of late

Now clattering arms

Therfore, when restlesse rage

Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557 Vncertain auctors. by uncertain authors

Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557 Other Songs and Sonettes written by the earle of Surrey. by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

Other Songes and sonettes written by sir Thomas wiat the elder

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Man, by a woman lern

An Epitaph of the ladye Margaret Lee. 1555.

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Man, by a woman lern, this life what we may call:
Blod, fre[n]dship, beauty, youth, attire, welth, worship, helth & al
Take not for thine: nor yet thy self as thine beknow.
For hauing these, with full great prayse, this lady did but show
Her self vnto the world: and in prime yeres (bee ware)
Sleeps doolfull sister, who is wont for no respect to spare,
Alas, withdreew her hence: or rather softly led:
For with good will I dare well saye, her waye to him shee sped:
Who claymed, that he bought: and took that erst hee gaue:
More meet than any worldly wight, such heauenly gems to haue.
Now wold shee not return, in earth a queen to dwell.
As shee hathe doon to you, good frend, bid lady Lee, farewell.