Автор: HENRY HOWARD

Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice, In temperate […]

Each beast can choose his fere according to his mind, And eke can show a friendly chere, like to their […]

The golden gift that Nature did thee give To fasten friends and feed them at thy will With form and […]

If he that erst the form so lively drew Of Venus’ face, triumph’d in painter’s art; Thy Father then what […]

I never saw my Lady lay apart Her cornet black, in cold nor yet in heat, Sith first she knew […]

Such wayward ways hath Love, that most part in discord Our wills do stand, whereby our hearts but seldom do […]

Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile, Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with […]

London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, […]

Love that doth reign and live within my thought And built his seat within my captive breast, Clad in arms […]

The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The […]

The sun hath twice brought forth his tender green, Twice clad the earth in lively lustiness; Once have the winds […]

Though I regarded not The promise made by me; Or passed not to spot My faith and honesty: Yet were […]

As oft as I behold, and see The sovereign beauty that me bound; The nigher my comfort is to me, […]

Alas! so all things now do hold their peace! Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing; The beasts, the air, […]

O happy dames that may embrace The fruit of your delight; Help to bewail the woful case, And eke the […]