Henry Howard

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...

Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile, Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me a while, And such as by their lords do set but little price, Let them sit still: it skills them not what chance come on the dice
But ye...

Suche waiwarde waies hath love that moste parte in discorde; Our willes do stand wherby our hartes but seldom dooth accorde
Disceyte is his delight, and to begyle and mocke The symple hertes which he doth stryke with froward dyvers stroke

Love that doth reign and live within my
And built his seat within my captive breast,
Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest

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...

The fansy, which that I haue serued long, That hath alway bene enmy to myne ease, Semed of late to rue vpon my wrong, And bad me flye the cause of my misease
And I forthwith dyd prease out of the throng, That thought by flight my painfull har...