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A03742	Songes and sonettes, written by the right honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other	Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.; Wyatt, Thomas, Sir, 1503?-1542.; Grimald, Nicholas, 1519-1562.; Tottel, Richard, d. 1594.	1557 (1557)	STC 13861; ESTC S106407	140,215	240

to cry aloud There might you heare the cannons rore Eche pece discharged a louers loke Which had the power to rent and tore In any place wheras they toke And euen with the trumpets sowne The scaling ladders were vp set And beauty walked vp and downe with bow in hand and arrowes whet Then first desire began to scale And shrowded him vnder his targe As on the worthiest of them all And aptest for to geue the charge Then pushed souldiers with their pikes And holbarders with handy strokes The hargabushe in flesh it lightes And dims the ayre with misty smokes And as it is the souldiers vse When shot and powder gins to want I hanged vp my flagge of truce And pleaded for my liues graunt When fansy thus had made her breach And beauty entred with her band with bag and baggage se●y wretch I yelded into beauties hand Then beauty bad to blow retrete And euery soldiour to retire And mercy wilde with spede to fet Me captiue bound as prisoner Madame quoth I sith that this day Hath serued you at all assaies I yelde to you without delay Here of the fortresse all the kaies And sith that I haue ben the marke At whom you shot at with your eye Nedes must you with your handy warke● Or salue my sore or let me dye The aged louer renounceth loue I Lothe that I did loue In youth that I thought swete As time requires for my b●houe Me thinkes they are not mete My lustes they do me leaue My fansies a●l be fled And tract of time begins to weaue Gray heares vpon my hed For age with ●teling steps Hath clawed me with his crowch And lusty life away she leapes As there had bene none such My muse doth not delight Me as she did before My hand and pen are not in plight As they haue bene of yore For reason me denies This youthly idle tim● And day by day to me she cries Leaue of these toyes in time The wrinkles in my brow The furrowes in my face Say limping age will hedge him now Where youth must geue him place The harbinger of death To me I see him ride The cough the cold the gasping breath Doth bid me to prouide A pikeax and a spade And eke a shrowding shete A house of clay for to be made For such a gest most mete Me thinkes I heare the clarke That knoles the carefull knell And bids me leaue my wofull warke Ere nature me compell My kepers knit the knot That youth did laugh to scorne Of me that clene shalbe forgot As I had not bene borne Thus must I youth giue vp Whose badge I long did weare To them I yelde the wanton cup That better may it beare Lo here the bared scull By whose balde signe I know That stouping age away shall pull which youthfull yeres did sow For beauty with her ●and These croked cares hath wrought And shipped me into the land From whence I first was brought And ye that bide behinde Haue ye none other trust As ye of claye were cast by kinde So shall ye waste to dust Of the ladie went worthes death TO liue to dye and dye to liue againe With good renowne of fame well led before Here lieth she that learned had the lore Whom if the parfect vertues wolden daine To be set forth with foile of worldly grace was noble borne and match in noble race Lord Wentworthes wife nor wāted to attaine In natures giftes her praise among the rest But that that gaue her praise aboue the best Not fame her wedlocks chastnes durst distain Wherein with child deliueryng of her wombe Thuntimely birth hath brought thē both in tomb So left she life by death to liue againe The louer accusing his loue for her vnfaithfulnesse purposeth to liue in libertie THe smoky sighes the bitter teares That I in vaine haue wasted The broken slepes the wo and feares That long in me haue lasted The loue and all I owe to thee Here I renounce and make me free Which fredome I haue by thy guilt And not by my deseruing Since so vnconstantly thou wilt Not loue but still be swering To leaue me of which was thine owne ●ithout cause why as shalbe knowen The frutes were faire the which did grow Within thy garden planted The leaues were grene of euery bough And moys●ure nothing wanted Yet or the blossoms gan fall The caterpiller wasted all Thy body was the garden place And ●ugred wordes it beareth The blossomes all thy faith it was which as the canker wereth The caterpiller is the same That hath wonne thee and lost thy name I meane thy louer loued now By thy pretented folye which will proue like thou shalt finde how Unto a tree of holly That barke and bery beares alwayes The one birdes feedes the other slayes And right well mightest thou haue thy wish Of thy loue new acquaynted For thou art lyke vnto the dishe That Adrianus paynted Wherin were grapes portraid so faire That fowles for foode did there repaire● But I am lyke the beaten fowle That from the net escaped And thou art lyke the rauening owle That all the night hath waked For none intent but to betray The slepyng fowle before the day Thus hath thy loue been vnto me As pleasant and commodious As was the fyre made on the sea By Naulus hate so odious Therwith to train the grekish host From Troyes return where they wer lost The louer for want of his desire sheweth his death at hand AS Cypres tree that rent is by the roote As branch or slippe bereft frō whēce it growes As wel sowen seede for drought that can not sprout As gaping ground that raineles can not close As moules that want the earth to do them bote As fishe on land to whom no water flowes As Thameleon that lackes the aier so sote As flowers do fade when Phebus rarest showes As Salamandra repulsed from the fire So wanting my wish I dye for my desire A happy end excedeth all pleasures and riches of the world THe shining season here to some The glory in the worldes sight Renowmed fame through fortune wonne The glitteryng golde the eyes delight The sensuall life that semes so swete The hart with ioyful dayes replete The thyng wherto eche wight is thrall The happy ende exceadeth all Against an vnstedfast woman O Temerous tauntres that delights in toyes Tumbling cockboat totring to and fro Ianglyng iestres deprauers of swete ioyes Groud of the graffe whence al my grief doth grow Sullen serpent enuironned with dispite That yll for good at all times doest requite A praise of Petrarke and of Laura his ladie O Petrarke hed and prince of poets al Whose liuely gift of flowing eloquence Wel may we seke but finde not how or whence So rare a gift with thee did rise and fal Peace to thy bones and glory immortall Be to thy name and to her excellence whose beauty lighted in thy time and sence So to be set forth as none

of some A common practise vsed nyght and day But I am here in kent and christendome Among the Muses where I reade and ryme Where if thou list myne owne Ihon Poyns to come Thou shalt be iudge how I do spende my time How to vse the court and him selfe therin written to sir Fraunces Brian A Spendyng hand that alway powreth out Had nede to haue a bringer in as fast And on the stone that styll doth turne about There groweth no mosse These prouerbes yet do last Reason hath set them in so sure a place That length of yeares their force can neuer was●e When I remember this and eke the case wherin thou standst I thought forthwith to write Brian to thee who knowes how great a grace In writyng is to counsayle man the right To thee therfore that trottes styll vp and downe And neuer restes but runnyng day and nyght From realme to realme from citie strete and towne Why doest thou weare thy body to the bones And mightest at home slepe in thy bedde of downe And drinke good ale so nappy for the nones Fede thy selfe fatte and heape vp pounde by pound Likest thou not this No. Why For swine so groines In stye and chaw dung moulded on the ground And driuell on pearles with heade styll in the maunger So of the harpe the asse doth heare the sound So sackes of durt be filde The neat courtier So serues for lesse then do these fatted swine Though I seme leane and drye withouten moyster Yet wyll I serue my prince my lord and thyne And let them liue to fede the paunch that list So I may liue to fede both me and myne By God well said But what and if thou wist How to bring in as fast as thou doest spende That would I learne And it shal not be mist To tell thee how Now harke what I intende Thou knowest well first who so can seke to please Shall purchase frendes where trouth shall but offend Flee therefore truth it is both welth and ease For though that trouth of euery man hath praise Full neare that winde goeth trouth in great misease Use vertue as it goeth now a dayes In worde alone to make thy language swete And of thy dede yet do not as thou saies Els be thou sure thou shalt be farre vnmete To get thy breade ech thyng is now so skant Seke styll thy profit vpon thy bare fete Lend in no wise for feare that thou do want Unlesse it be as to a calfe a chese But if thou can be sure to winne a can● Of halfe at least It is not good to leese Learne at the ladde that in a long white cote From vnder the stall withouten landes or feese Hath lept into the shoppe who knowes by rote This rule that I haue told thee here before Sometime also rich age beginnes to dote Se thou when there thy gaine may be the more Stay him by the arme where so he walke or go Be nere alway and if he coughe to sore What he hath spit treade out and please him so A diligent knaue that pikes his masters purse May please him so that he withouten mo Executour is And what is he the wurse But if so chance thou get nought of the man The wydow may for all thy paine disburse A riueld skynne a stinkyng breath what than A tothelesse mouth shall do thy lippes no harme The golde is good and though she curse or banne Yet where thee list thou mayest lye good and warme Let the olde mule bite vpon the bridle Whilst there do lye a sweter in thy arme In this also se that thon be not idle Thy nece thy cosyn sister or thy daughter If she bee faire if handsome be her middle If thy better hath her loue besought her Auaunce his cause and he shall helpe thy nede It is but loue turne thou it to a laughter But ware I say so gold thee helpe and spede That in this case thou be not so vnwise As Pandar was in such a like dede For he the sole of conscience was so nice That he no gaine would haue for all his paine Be next thy selfe for frendshyp beares no price Laughest thou at me why do I speake in vaine No not at thee but at thy thrifty iest Wouldest thou I should for any losse or gayne Change that for golde that I haue tane for best Next godly thinges to haue an honest name Should I leaue that then take me for a beast Nay then farewell and if thou care for shame Content thee then with honest pouertie wyth free tong what thee mislikes to blame And for thy trouth sometime aduersitie And therwithall this guift I shall thee giue In this world now litle prosperitie And coyne to kepe as water in a siue The song of Iopas vnfinished VVHen Dido feasted first the wandring Troian knight whō Iunos wrath w t storms did force in Libik sāds to light That mighty Atlas taught the supper lasting long With crisped lockes on golden harpe Iopas sang in song That same quod he that we the world do call and name Of heauen and earth with all contents it is the very frame Or thus of heauenly powers by more power kept in one Repugnant kindes in mids of whom the earth hath place alone Firme round of liuing thinges the mother place and nourse Without the which in egal weight this heuen doth hold his course And it is cald by name the first and mouing heauen The firmament is placed next conteining other seuen Of heauenly powers that same is planted full and thicke As shining lightes which we call stars that therin cleue sticke With great swift sway the first and with his restlesse sours Carieth it self and all those eyght in euen contin●all cours And of this world so round within that rolling case Two points there be that neuer moue but firmly kepe their place● The tone we see alway the tother standes obiect Against the same deuiding iust the ground by line direct Which by imaginacion drawen from the one to thother Toucheth the centre of the earth for way there is none other And these be calde the Poles descryde by starres not bright Artike the one northward we see Antartike thother hight The line that we deuise from thone to thother so As axel is vpon the which the heauens about do go Which of water nor earth of ayre nor fire haue kinde Therefore the substance of those same were hard for man to finde● But they bene vncorrupt simple and pure vnmixt And so we say been all those starres that in those same be sixt And eke those erring seuen in circle as they stray So calde because against that first they haue repugnant way And smaller by wayes to skant sensible to man To busy worke for my poore harpe let sing them he that can The wydest saue the first of all these nine aboue One hundred yere doth aske of space for one degree to mo●e Of which degrees we make in

grief clene to expell and some delight surprice Yea and i●●alleth oft that nature more content Is with the lesse then when the more to cause delight is spent All worldly pleasures vade THe winter with his griesly stormes ne lenger dare abide The plesant grasse with lusty grene the earth hath newly dide The trees haue leues the bowes do●●pred new chāged is the yere The water brokes are cleane sonk down the plesant banks apere The spring to come the goodly nimphes now dasice in euery place Thus hath the yere most pleasantly of late ychangde his face Hope for no immortalitie for welth will weare away As we may learne by euery yere yea howers of euery day For Zepharus doth molifie the cold and blustering windes The somers drought doth take away the spring out of our mindes And yet the somer cannot last but once must step aside Then ●utumn thinks so kepe his place but Autumn cannot bide For when he hath brought forth his fruits stuft the barns w t corn Then winter eates and empties all and thus is Autumn worn Then hory ●rosts possesse the place then tēpests work much harm Then rage of stormes done make all cold which somer had made so warm Wherfore l●t no man put his trust in that that will decay For slipper wealth will not continue pleasure will weare away For when that we haue lost our life and lye vnder a stone What are we then we are but earth then is our pleasure gone No man can tell what God almight of euery wight doth cast No man can say to day I liue till morne my life shall last For when thou shalt before thy iudge stand to receiue thy dome What sentence Minos doth pronounce that must of thee become Then shall not noble stocke and bloud redeme the from his hands Nor sugred talke with eloquence shall lose thee from his bandes Nor yet thy life vprightly lead can help thee out of hell For who descendeth down so depe must there abide and dwell Diana could not thence deliuer chaste Hypolitus Nor Theseus could not call to life his frende Perithous A complaint of the losse of libertie by loue IN seking rest vnrest I finde I finde that welth is cause of wo Wo worth the time that I inclinde To fixe in minde her beauty so That day be darkned as the night Let furious rage it cleane deuour Ne Sunne nor Moone therin giue light But it consume with streame and shower Let no small birds straine forth their voyc● with pleasant tunes ne yet no beast Finde cause wherat he may reioyce That day when chaunced mine vnrest Wherin alas from me was raught Mine own free choyce and quiet minde My life me death in balance braught And reason rasde through barke and rinde And I as yet in flower of age Both wit and will did still aduance Ay to resist that burning rage But when I darte then did I glaunce Nothing to me did seme so hye In minde I could it straight attaine Fansy perswaded me therby Loue to esteme a thing most vaine But as the bird vpon the brier Doth pricke and proyne her without care Not knowing alas poore foole how nere She is vnto the fowlers snare So I amid disceitfull trust Did not mistrust such wofull happe Till cruell loue ere that I wist Had caught me in his carefull trappe Then did I fele and partly know How litle force in me did raigne So soone to yelde to ouerthrow Do fraile to flit from ioy to paine For when in welth will did me leade Of libertie to hoyse my saile To hale at shete and cast my leade I thought free choyce would still preuaile In whose calme streames I sayld so farre No raging storme had in respect Untill I raysde a goodly starre wherto my course I did direct In whose prospect in doolfull wise My tackle failde my compasse brake Through hote desires such stormes did rise● That sterne and top went all to wrake Oh cruell hap oh fatall chaunce O Fortune why were thou vnkinde Without regarde thus in a traunce To reue from me my ioyfull minde Where I was free now must I serue Where I was lose now am I bound In death my life I do preserue As one through girt with many a wound A praise of his Ladye GEue place you Ladies and be gone Boast not your selues at all For here at hand approcheth one Who●e face will staine you all The vertue of her liuely lokes Excels the precious stone I wish to haue none other bokes To read or loke vpon In eche of her two cristall eyes Smileth a naked boye It would you all in hart suffice To see that lampe of ioye I thinke nature hath lost the moulde Where she her shape did take Or els I doubt if nature could So faire a creature make She may be well comparde Unto the Phenix kinde Whose like was neuer sene nor heard That any man can finde In life she is Diana cha●t In trouth Penelopey In word and eke in dede stedfast What wil you more we sey If all the world were sought so farre Who could finde such a wight Her beuty twinkleth like a starre Within the frosty night Her rosiall colour comes and goes With such a comely grace More redier to then doth the rose Within her liuely face At Bacchus feast none shall her mete Ne at no wanton play Nor gasyng in an open strete Nor gadding as a stray The modest mirth that she doth vse Is mixt with shamefastnesse All vice she doth wholy refuse And hateth ydlenesse O lord it is a world to see How vertue can repaire And decke in her such honestie Whom nature made so faire Truely she doth as farre excede Our women now adayes As doth the Ielifloure a wede And more a thousand waies How might I do to get a graffe Of this vnspotted tree For al the rest are plaine but chaffe Which seme good corne to be This gift alone I shal her geue When death doth what he can Her honest fame shall euer liue Within the mouth of man The pore estate to be holden for best Experience now doth shew what God vs taught before Desired pompe is vaine and seldome doth it last Who climbes to raigne with kinges may rue his fate full sore● Alas the woful ende that ●omes with care full fast Reiect him doth renowne his pomp● full low is cast● Deceiued is the birde by swetenesse of the call Expell that pleasant taste wherein is bitter gall Such as with oten cakes in poore estate abides Of care haue they no cure the crab with mirth they rost More ease fele they then those that from their height down slides Excesse do●h brede their wo they faile in Scillas cost Remainyng in the stormes tyll shyp and al be lost Serue God therefore thou pore for lo thou liues in rest Eschue the golden hall thy thatched house is besT The complaint of Thestilis amid the desert wodde THestilis a sely man when