Henry Howard

Give place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours,
I dare well sayn, Than doth the sun the candle-light, Or brightest day the darkest night
And thereto hath a tro...

Phylida was a faire mayde,
As fresh as any flowre;
Whom Harpalus the herdman
To be his paramour

Geue place ye louers, here before That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine: My Ladies beawtie passeth more The best of yours,
I dare well sayen, Than doth the sonne, the candle light: Or brightest day, the darkest night
And thereto ha...

Of thy life,
Thomas, this compass well mark:
Not aye with full sails the high seas to beat,
Ne by coward dread, in shunning storms dark,

From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat
The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat
Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast; Her sire an ea...

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 m...

Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were, I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts appear, And every thought did show so lively in mine eyes, That now I sigh'd, and then I smil'd, as cause of thought did rise
I saw the little boy, in ...