 | "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" |  |
Syns fortunes wrath
The constant louer lamenteth.
Syns fortunes wrath enuieth the welth,Wherin I raygned by the sight:
Of that that fed mine eyes by stelth,
With sower swete, dreade, and delight.
Let not my griefe moue you to mone,
For I will wepe and wayle alone.
Spite draue me into Borias raigne,
Where hory frostes the frutes do bite,
When hilles were spred and euery playne:
With stormy winters mantle white.
And yet my deare such was my heate,
When others frese then did I swete.
And now though on the sunne I driue,
Whose feruent flame all thinges decaies,
His beames in brightnesse may not striue,
With light of your swete golden rayes,
Nor from my brest this heate remoue,
The frosen thoughtes grauen by loue.
Ne may the waues of the salt floode,
Quenche that your beauty set on fire,
For though mine eyes forbere the fode,
That did releue the hote desire.
Such as I was such will I be,
Your owne, what would ye more of me.
| "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | |