Brittle beauty, that nature made so frail, Whereof the gift is small, and short the season; Flow'ring today, tomorrow apt to fail, Tickle treasure, abhorrèd of reason; Dangerous to deal with, vain, of none avail, Costly in keeping, past not worth two peason; Slipper in sliding, as is an eelës tail, Hard to obtain, once gotten, not geason; Jewel of jeopardy that peril doth assail, False and untrue, enticèd oft to treason, Enemy to youth; that most may I bewail. Ah, bitter sweet, infecting as the poison, Thou farest as fruit that with the frost is taken, Today ready ripe, tomorrow all to-shaken.
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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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