I never saw youe, madam, laye aparte Your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate Sythe first ye knew of my desire so greate which other fances chased cleane from my harte. Whiles to my self I did the thought reserve That so unware did wounde my wofull brest Pytie I saw within your hart dyd rest; But since ye knew I did youe love and serve Your golden treese was clad alway in blacke, Your smilyng lokes were hid thus evermore, All that withdrawne that I did crave so sore. So doth this cornet goveme me alacke, In sommere sonne, in winter breath of frost; Of your faire eies whereby the light is lost. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Complaint that his ladie after she knew of his loue kept her face alway hidden from him I neuer sawe my Ladye laye apart Her cornet blacke, in colde nor yet in heate, Sith first she knew my griefe was growen so great, Which other fansies driueth from my hart That to my selfe I do the thought reserue, The which vnwares did wounde my wofull brest: But on her face mine eyes mought neuer rest, Yet, sins she knew I did her loue and serue Her golden tresses cladde alway with blacke, Her smilyng lokes that hid thus euermore, And that restraines whiche I desire so sore. So dothe this cornet gouerne me alacke: In somer, sunne: in winters breath, a frost: Wherby the light of her faire lokes I lost.
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Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516/1517 – 19 January 1547), KG, (courtesy title), was an English nobleman, politician and poet. He was one of th…
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