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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. Songes written by Nicolas Grimald. by Nicolas Grimald
 
What sweet releef
 
Phebe twise took her horns
 
Louers men warn the corps
 
Sythe, Blackwood
 
Sythe, Vincent
 
Imps of king Ioue
 
In workyng well
 
Who wold beleeue mans life
 
One is my sire
 
By heauens hye gift
 
A heauy hart
 
Charis the fourth
 
What cause, what reaso[n]
 
Deserts of Nymphs
 
Now flaming Phebus
 
So happy bee
 
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
 
Why, Nicolas
 
Yea, and a good cause
 
The noble Henry
 
Mee thought, of late
 
Now clattering arms
 
Therfore, when restlesse rage
 
For Tullie
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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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Gorgeous attire

To. m. D. A.

Gorgeous attire, by art made trym, and clene,
Cheyn, bracelet, perl, or gem of Indian riuer,
To you I nil, ne can (good Damascene)
This time of Ianus Calends, here deliuer.
But, what? My hert: which, though long sins certain
Your own it was, aye present at your hest:
Yet here itself doth it resigne agayn,
Within these noombers closde. Where, think you best
This to repose? There, I suppose, where free
Minerue you place. For it hath you embraste,
As thHeliconian Nymphs: with whom, euen hee,
That burn for soom, Apollo liueth chaste.
Presents in case by raarnesse you esteem:
O Lord, how great a gift shall this then seem?
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