Henry Howard

Too dearly had I bought my green and youthful years,
If in mine age I could not find when craft for love appears; And seldom though I come in court among the rest,
Yet can I judge in colors dim as deep as can the best
Where grief to...

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,

So cruel prison how could betide, alas, As proud Windsor
Where I in lust and joy With a king's son my childish years did pass In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy; Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour: The large green courts...

The golden gift that Nature did thee give To fasten friends and feed them at thy will With form and favour, taught me to believe How thou art made to show her greatest skill, Whose hidden virtues are not so unknown But lively dooms might gather at...

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

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 ...

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...

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...

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

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...