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"Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other"

 
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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557, by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557
 
The longe loue
 
Yet was I neuer
 
Was neuer file yet half
 
The liuely sparkes
 
Svch vain thought
 
Vnstable dreame
 
Ye that in loue finde luck
 
If waker care
 
Cesar, when that the
 
Eche man me telth
 
Some fowles there be
 
Because I still kept thee
 
I find no peace
 
My galley charged
 
Avisyng the bright beames
 
They flee from me
 
Madame, withouten many wordes
 
Alas, Madame
 
The wandring gadling
 
What nedes these threatnyng woordes
 
Right true it is
 
It may be good
 
Resownde my voyce ye woodes
 
In fayth I wot not what to say
 
Farewell the hart of crueltie
 
The restfull place
 
From these hie hilles
 
Myne olde dere enmy
 
Maruell no more altho
 
Where shall I haue
 
She sat, and sowed
 
What man hath hard such cruelty
 
Behold, Loue, thy power
 
What vaileth troth?
 
Somtime I fled the fire
 
He is not dead
 
The furious goonne
 
Accused though I be
 
My loue to skorne
 
Within my brest
 
Passe forth my wonted cryes
 
Your lokes so often cast
 
Disdaine me not without desert
 
For want of will
 
If euer man might him auaunt
 
Some men would thinke of right
 
The answere that ye made
 
Svch is the course
 
The enmy of life
 
Once as me thought
 
My lute awake
 
Nature that gaue the Bee
 
Vnwarely so was neuer
 
Al in thy loke my life
 
Perdy I sayd it not
 
Lvx, my faire fawlcon
 
A face that should content
 
Ever my hap is slack
 
Loue, Fortune, and my minde
 
How oft haue I
 
Lyke vnto these
 
If amourous fayth
 
Farewell, Loue
 
My hart I gaue thee
 
The flaming sighes
 
The piller perisht
 
Go burning sighes
 
So feble is the threde
 
Svffised not (madame)
 
When first mine eyes
 
Synce loue wyll nedes
 
Mystrustfull mindes be moued
 
It burneth yet
 
Of purpose, loue chose first
 
What rage is this?
 
Desire (alas) my master
 
I see, that chance
 
For shamefast harm of great
 
Vvlcane begat me
 
Syghes are my foode
 
Through out the world
 
Stond who so list
 
In court to serue
 
Of Carthage he
 
Tagus farewel
 
Driuen by desire
 
In doubtfull breast
 
My mothers maides
 
Myne owne Iohn Poyns
 
A spendyng hand
 
When Dido feasted first
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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557. Songes written by Nicolas Grimald. by Nicolas Grimald
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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557 Vncertain auctors. by uncertain authors
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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557 Other Songs and Sonettes written by the earle of Surrey. by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
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Other Songes and sonettes written by sir Thomas wiat the elder

 
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Syghes are my foode

wiat being in prison, to Brian.

Syghes are my foode: my drink are my teares.
Clinkyng of fetrers would such Musick craue,
Stink, and close ayer away my life it weares.
Pore innocence is all the hope, I haue.
Rayn, winde, or wether iudge I by mine eares.
Malice assaultes, that righteousnesse should haue.
Sure am I, Brian, this wound shall heale again:
But yet alas, the skarre shall still remayn.
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