"Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | ||
As oft as I behold and se
The louer describes his restlesse state.
As oft as I behold and seThe soueraigne bewtie that me bound:
The nier my comfort is to me,
Alas the fresher is my wound.
As flame doth quenche by rage of fire,
And running slremes consume by raine:
So doth the sight, that I desire,
Appease my grief and deadely paine,
First when I saw those cristall streames,
whose bewtie made my mortall wound:
I little thought within her beames
So swete a venom to haue found.
But wilfull will did prick me forth,
And blind Cupide did whippe and guide:
Force made me take my griefe in worth:
My fruitles hope my harme did hide.
As cruell waues full oft be found
Against the rockes to rore and cry:
So doth my hart full oft rebound
Ageinst my brest full bitterly.
I fall, and se mine own decay,
As on that beares flame in hys brest,
Forgets in paine to put away
The thing that bredeth mine vnrest.
"Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | ||