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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557, by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557

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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

Imps of king Ioue

In workyng well

Who wold beleeue mans life

By heauens hye gift

Charis the fourth

What cause, what reaso[n]

Deserts of Nymphs

Now flaming Phebus

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

Yea, and a good cause

The noble Henry

Mee thought, of late

Now clattering arms

Therfore, when restlesse rage

Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557 Vncertain auctors. by uncertain authors

Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557 Other Songs and Sonettes written by the earle of Surrey. by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

Other Songes and sonettes written by sir Thomas wiat the elder

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What path list you to tred?

Mans life after Possidonius, or Crates.

What path list you to tred? what trade will you assaye?
The courts of plea, by braul, & bate, driue gentle peace away.
In house, for wife, and childe, there is but cark, and care:
With trauail, and with toyl ynough, in feelds wee vse to fare.
Vpon the seas lieth dreed: the riche, in foraine land,
Doo fear the losse: and there, the poore, like misers poorly stand.
Strife, with a wife, without, your thrift full hard to see:
Yong brats, a trouble: none at all, a maym it seems to bee:
Youth, fond: age hath no hert, and pincheth all to nye.
Choose then the leefer of these twoo, no life, or soon to dye.