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Songes and Sonettes

Tottel, Richard

Songes written by Nicolas Grimald.

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Vncertain auctours.

The complaint of a louer with sute to his loue for pitye.

Of the death of master Deuerox the lord Ferres sonne.

They of the meane estate are happiest.

Comparison of lyfe and death.

The tale of Pigmalion with conclusion vpon the beautye of his loue.

The louer sheweth his wofull state, and prayeth pitye.

Vpon consideracion of the sta{te of} this lyfe he wisheth death.

The louer that once disdained loue is now become subiect beyng caught in his snare.

Of Fortune, and Fame.

Against wicked tonges.

Not to trust to much but beware by others calamaties.

Hell tormenteth not the damned ghostes so sore as vnkindnesse the louer.

Of the mutabilitie of the world.

Harpelus complaynt of Phillidaes loue bestowed on Corin, who loued her not and denied him, that loued her.

Vpon sir Iames wilfordes death.

Of the wretchednes in this world.

The repentant sinner in durance and aduersitie.

The louer here telleth of his diuers ioyes and aduersities in loue and lastly of his ladies death.

Of his loue named white.

Of the louers vnquiet state.

where good will is some profe will appere.

Verses written on the picture of sir Iames wilford.

The ladye praieth the returne of of her louer abidyng on the seas.

The meane estate is best.

The louer thinkes no payne to great, wherby he may obtaine his lady.

Of a new maried Student.

The meane estate is to be accompted the best.

The louer refused lamenteth his estate.

The felicitie of a mind imbracing vertue, that beholdeth the wretched desyres of the worlde.

All worldly pleasures fade.

A complaint of the losse of libertie by loue.

A praise of his Ladye.

The pore estate to be holden for best.

The complaint of Thestilis amid the desert wodde.

The louer praieth pity showing that nature hath taught his dog as it were to sue for the same by kissing his ladies handes.

Of his ring sent to his lady.

The changeable state of louers.

A praise of Audley.

Time trieth truth.

The louer refused of his loue imbraceth death.

The Picture of a louer.

Of the death of Phillips.

That all thing sometime finde ease of their paine, saue onely the louer.

Thassault of Cupide vpon the fort where the louers hart lay wounded and how he was taken.

The aged louer renounceth loue.

Of the ladie wentworthes death.

The louer accusing hys loue for her vnfaithfulnesse, purposeth to liue in libertie.

The louer for want of his desyre, sheweth his death at hand.

A happy end excedeth all pleasures and riches of the worlde

Against an vnstedfast woman.

A praise of Petrarke and of Laura his ladie.

That petrark cannot be passed but notwithstanding that Lawra is far surpassed.

Against a cruell woman.

The louer sheweth what he would haue if it were graunted him to haue what he would wishe.

The lady forsaken of her louer, prayeth his returne, or the end of her own life.

The louer yelden into his ladies handes, praieth mercie.

That nature which worketh al thinges for our behofe, hath made women also for our comfort and delite.

when aduersitie is once fallen, it is to late to beware.

Of a louer that made his onelye God of his loue.

Vpon the death of sir Antony Denny.

A comparison of the louers paines.

Of a Rosemary braunche sente.

To his loue of his constant hart.

Of the token which his loue sent him.

Manhode auaileth not without good Fortune.

That constancy of all vertues is most worthy.

A comfort to the complaynt of Thestilis.

The vncertaine state of a louer.

The louer in libertie smileth at them in thraldome, that sometime scorned his bondage.

A comparison of his loue wyth the faithfull and painful loue of Troylus to Creside.

To leade a vertuous and honest life

The wounded louer determineth to make sute to his lady for his recure.

The louer shewing of the continuall paines that abide within his brest determineth to die because he can not haue redresse.

The power of loue ouer gods them selues.

Of the sutteltye of craftye louers.

Of the dissembling louer.

The promise of a constant louer.

Against him that had slaundered a gentlewoman with him selfe

A praise of maistresse Ryce.

Of one vniustly defamed.

Of the death of the late county of Penbroke.

That eche thing is hurt of it selfe.

Of the choise of a wife.

Descripcion of an vngodlye worlde.

The dispairyng louer lamenteth.

An epitaph of maister Henry williams.

Against a gentlewoman by whom he was refused.

An epitaphe written by w. G. to be set vpon his owne graue.

Against women either good or badde.

The louer praieth his seruice to be accepted and his defaultes pardoned.

Description and praise of his loue.

An answere to a song before imprinted beginnyng. To walke on doutfull grounde.

Other Songes and Sonettes written by the earle of Surrey.

Other Songes and sonettes written by sir Thomas wiat the elder

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The Picture of a louer.

Behold my picture here well portrayed for the nones,
With hart consumed and fallyng flesshe, lo here the very bones.
Whose cruell chaunce alas and desteny is such,
Onely because I put my trust in some folke all to much.

For since the time that I did enter in this pine,
I neuer saw the risyng sunne but with my wepyng eyen.
Nor yet I neuer heard so swete a voice or sounde,
But that to me it did encrease the dolour of my wounde.
Nor in so soft a bedde, alas I neuer laye,
But that it semed hard to me or euer it was daye.
Yet in this body bare that nought but life retaines,
The strength wherof clene past away the care yet still remaines.
Like as the cole in flame dothe spende it selfe you se,
To vaine and wretched cinder dust till it consumed be.
So dothe this hope of mine inforce my feruent sute,
To make me for to gape in vaine, whilst other eate the frute.
And shall do till the death do geue me such a grace,
To rid this sillye wofull spirite out of this dolefull case.
And then wold God were writte in stone or els in leade,
This Epitaphe vpon my graue, to shew why I am deade.
Here lieth the louer loe, who for the loue he aught,
Aliue vnto his ladye dere, his death therby he caught.
And in a shielde of blacke, loe here his armes appeares,
With weping eies as you may see, well poudred all with teares.
Loe here you may beholde, aloft vpon his brest,
A womans hand strainyng the hart of him that loued her best.
Wherfore all you that se this corps for loue that starues,
Example make vnto you all, that thankelesse louers sarues.