 | "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" |  |
Whe[n] dredful swelling seas
The felicitie of a mind imbracing vertue, that beholdeth the wretched desyres of the worlde.
Whe[n] dredful swelling seas, through boisterous windy blastesSo tosse the shippes, that al for nought, serues ancor sayle & mastes.
Who takes not pleasure then, safely on shore to rest,
And see with dreade & depe despayre, how shipmen are distrest.
Not that we pleasure take, when others felen smart,
Our gladnes groweth to see their harmes, & yet to fele no parte.
Delyght we take also, well ranged in aray,
When armies meete to see the fight, yet free be from the fray.
But yet among the rest, no ioy may match with this,
Taspayre vnto the temple hye, where wisdom troned is.
Defended with the saws of hory heades expert,
Which clere it kepe fro[m] errours myst, that myght the truth peruert.
From whence thou mayst loke down, and see as vnder foote,
Mans wa[n]dring wil & doutful life, fro[m] whe[n]ce they take their roote.
V1r
How some by wit contend by prowes some to rise
Riches and rule to gaine and hold is all that men deuise.
O miserable mindes O hertes in folly drent
Why se you not what blindnesse in thys wretched life is spent.
Body deuoyde of grefe mynde free from care and dreede
Is all and some that nature craues wherwith our life to feede.
So that for natures turne few thinges may well suffice
Dolour and grief clene to expell and some delight surprice:
Yea and it falleth oft that nature more contente
Is with the lesse, then when the more to cause delight is spent.
| "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | |