 | "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" |  |
O lothsome place where I
The forsaken louer describeth & forsaketh loue.
O Lothsome place where IHaue sene and herd my dere,
When in my hert her eye
Hath made her thought appere,
By glsiming with such grace
As fortune it ne would,
That lasten any space
Betwene vs lenger should.
As fortune did auance,
To further my desire:
Euen so hath fortunes chance
Throwen all ammiddes the myre.
And that I haue deserued
With true and faithful hart,
Is to his handes reserued
That neuer felt the smart.
But happy is that man,
That scaped hath the griefe
That loue well teche him can
By wanting his reliefe.
A scourge to quiet mindes
It is, who taketh hede,
A comon plage that bindes,
A trauell without mede.
This gift it hath also,
Who so enioies it most,
A thousand troubles grow
To vexe his weried ghost.
And last it may not long
The truest thing of all
And sure the greatest wrong
That is within this thrall.
But sins thou desert place
Canst giue me no accompt
Of my desired grace
That I to haue was wont,
farewel thou hast me tought
C4r
To thinke me not the furst,
That loue hath set aloft.
And casten in the dust.
| "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | |