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Tottel — Songes and Sonettes — 1557, by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
 
The sonne hath twise brought furth
 
The soote season
 
When youth had led me
 
Svche waiward waies hath loue
 
When somer toke in hand
 
Loue, that liueth, and reigneth
 
In Ciprus, springes
 
From Tuskane
 
Brittle beautie
 
Alas so all thinges nowe
 
When Windsor walles susteyned
 
Set me wheras the sunne
 
I neuer sawe my Ladye
 
The golden gift
 
So cruell prison
 
When ragyng loue
 
O happy dames
 
In winters iust returne
 
Good Ladies
 
Geue place ye louers
 
Although I had a check
 
To dearely had I bought
 
O lothsome place where I
 
As oft as I behold and se
 
Though I regarded not
 
Wrapt in my carelesse cloke
 
Martiall, the thinges
 
Of thy lyfe, Thomas
 
The great Macedon
 
Dyuers thy death
 
W. resteth here
 
Thassirian king in peace
 
Layd in my quiet bed
 
The stormes are past
 
My Ratclif
 
The fansy, which that I
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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
 
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
 
If euer wofull man
 
Who iustly may reioyce
 
If right be rackt
 
The lyfe is long
 
In Grece somtime
 
Lyke as the lark
 
The lenger lyfe
 
To this my song
 
The plage is great
 
O euyll tonges
 
To walke on doubtfull ground
 
The restlesse rage
 
By fortune as I lay in bed
 
Phylida was a fayer mayde
 
Lo here the end of man
 
Who list to liue vpright
 
Vnto the liuyng Lord
 
Sythe singyng gladdeth
 
Fvll faire and white she is
 
What thing is that
 
It is no fire
 
Alas that euer death
 
Shall I thus euer long
 
The doutfull man
 
Sith that the way
 
A student at his boke
 
Who craftly castes to stere
 
I lent my loue to losse
 
Whe[n] dredful swelling seas
 
The winter with his griesly
 
In sekyng rest
 
Geue place you Ladies
 
Experience now doth shew
 
Thestilis a sely man
 
Nature that taught
 
Since thou my ring
 
For that a restles head
 
When Audley had runne out
 
Eche thing I se
 
My youthfull yeres are past
 
Behold my picture here
 
Bewaile with me all ye
 
I see there is no sort
 
When Cupide scaled first
 
I lothe that I did loue
 
To liue to dye
 
The smoky sighes
 
As Cypres tree that rent
 
The shinyng season
 
O temerous tauntres
 
O petrarke hed and prince
 
With petrarke to compare
 
Cruell and vnkind
 
If it were so that God
 
To loue, alas
 
In fredome was my fantasie
 
Among dame natures workes
 
To my mishap alas I fynde
 
Al you that frendship
 
Death and the kyng
 
Lyke as the brake
 
Svche grene to me
 
As I haue bene
 
The golden apple
 
Tho Cowerd oft
 
Though in the waxe
 
Thestilis thou sely man
 
Lyke as the rage of raine
 
At libertie I sit and see
 
I read how Troylus
 
Flee fro[m] the prese
 
Sins Mars first moued warre
 
The dolefull bell
 
For loue Appollo
 
Svch waiward waies
 
Girt in my giltlesse gowne
 
As Lawrell leaues
 
False may he be
 
I heard when Fame
 
I ne can close
 
Yet once againe my muse
 
Why fearest thou
 
The flickeryng fame
 
Who loues to liue in peace
 
Walkyng the pathe
 
From worldly wo
 
To false report
 
Lo here lieth G.
 
If that thy wicked wife
 
A man may liue
 
The vertue of Vlisses wife
 
Procryn that some tyme
 
Lyke the Phenix
 
To trust the fayned face
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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
 
Syns fortunes wrath
 
In the rude age
 
Eche beast can chose
 
If care do cause men cry
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Other Songes and sonettes written by sir Thomas wiat the elder
 
What word is that
 
Venemous thornes
 
A lady gaue me a gift
 
Speake thou and spede
 
If thou wilt mighty be
 
Lyke as the birde

 
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The shinyng season

A happy end excedeth all plea.

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sures and riches of the worlde,

The shinyng season here to some,
The glory in the worldes sight,
Renowmed fame through fortune wonne
The glitteryng golde the eyes delight.
The sensuall life that semes so swete,
The hart with ioyfull dayes replete,
The thing wherto eche wight is thrall,
The happy ende exceadeth all.
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