The Poems of Henry Howard Earl of Surrey: Frederick Morgan Padelford: Revised Edition |
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20 A MODERN ULYSSES
I that Vlysses yeres haue spent
To seeke Penelope,
Finde well what folly I haue ment
To seke that was not so,
Sinse Troylous case hath caused me
From Cressed for to go.
To seeke Penelope,
Finde well what folly I haue ment
To seke that was not so,
Sinse Troylous case hath caused me
From Cressed for to go.
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And to bewaile Vlysses truth
In seas and stormy skies
Of wanton will and raging youth,
Wherewith I have tossed sore
From Cillas seas to Carribes clives
Vpon the drowning shore.
In seas and stormy skies
Of wanton will and raging youth,
Wherewith I have tossed sore
From Cillas seas to Carribes clives
Vpon the drowning shore.
Where I sought hauen, there found I hap,
From daunger vnto death,
Much like the mouse that treades the trap
In hope to finde her foode,
And bites the bread that stops her breath;
So in like case I stoode.
From daunger vnto death,
Much like the mouse that treades the trap
In hope to finde her foode,
And bites the bread that stops her breath;
So in like case I stoode.
Till now repentance hasteth him
To further me so fast
That where I sanke, there now I swim,
And haue both streame and winde,
And lucke as good, if it may last,
As any man may finde.
To further me so fast
That where I sanke, there now I swim,
And haue both streame and winde,
And lucke as good, if it may last,
As any man may finde.
That where I perished, safe I passe,
And find no perill there,
But stedy stone, no ground of glasse.
Now am I sure to saue,
And not to flete from feare to feare,
Such anker hold I haue.
And find no perill there,
But stedy stone, no ground of glasse.
Now am I sure to saue,
And not to flete from feare to feare,
Such anker hold I haue.
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