 | "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" |  |
It may be good
The louer taught, mistrusteth allurementes.
It may be good like it who list:But I do dout, who can me blame?
For oft assured, yet haue I mist:
And now againe I fear the same.
The wordes, that from your mouth last came,
Of sodayn change make me agast.
For dread to fall, I stand not fast.
Alas I tread an endlesse mase:
That seke taccord two contraries:
And hope thus styll, and nothing hase:
F1v
Imprisoned in liberties,
As one vnheard, and styll that cryes:
Alwayes thirsty, and naught doth taste,
For dreade to fall, I stand not fast.
Assured I dout I be not sure,
Should I then trust vnto such suretie?
That oft haue put the proufe in vre,
And neuer yet haue found it trustie?
Nay syr in fayth, it were great folly.
And yet my life thus do I waste,
For dreade to fall I stand not fast.
| "Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | |