Автор: HENRY VIII

Whoso that will for gracë sue His intent must needs be true, And lovë her in heart and deed, Else […]

Though that men do call it dotage, Who loveth not wanteth courage; And whosoever may love get, From Venus sure […]

The time of youth is to be spent But vice in it should be forfent. Pastimes there be, I nought […]

If love now reigned as it hath been And were rewarded as it hath sin, Noble men then would sure […]

Green groweth the holly, So doth the ivy. Though winter blasts blow never so high, Green groweth the holly. As […]

Lusty Youth should us ensue, His merry heart shall sure all rue. For whatsoever they do him tell, It is […]

Though some saith that youth ruleth me, I trust in age to tarry. God and my right and my duty, […]

Whereto should I express My inward heaviness? No mirth can make me fain Till that we meet again. Do ‘way, […]

Pastime with good company I love and shall unto I die. Grudge whoso will, but none deny, So God be […]