Divers thy death do diversely bemoan
OF THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT.
Divers thy death do diversely bemoan:
Some, that in presence of thy livelihed
Lurked, whose breasts envy with hate had swoln,
Yield Cæsar’s tears upon Pompeius’ head.
Some, that watched with the murd’rer’s knife,
With eager thirst to drink thy guiltless blood,
Whose practice brake by happy end of life,
With envious tears to hear thy fame so good.
But I, that knew what harbour’d in that head;
What virtues rare were tempered in that breast;
Honour the place that such a jewel bred,
And kiss the ground whereas the corpse doth rest;
With vapour’d eyes: from whence such streams availe,
As Pyramus did on Thisbe’s breast bewail.
(3 votes, average: 2,00 out of 5)
Related posts:
- Upon the Image of Death Before my face the picture hangs That daily should put me in mind Of those cold names and bitter pangs […]...
- AN EPITAPH UPON THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, KNIGHT, LORD GOVERNOR OF FLUSHING To praise thy life or wail thy worthy […]...
- His Good Name Being Blemished, He Bewaileth [Ed. Note: De Vere was a quarrelsome individual and frequently had to leave Court in consequence. –Nelson] Framed in the […]...
- AN ELEGY ON THE LADY JANE PAWLET, MARCHIONESS OF WINTON What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew, And beckoning woos me, from the […]...
- When Windsor walls sustain’d my wearied arm When Windsor walls sustain’d my wearied arm; My hand my chin, to ease my restless head; The pleasant plot revested […]...
- If care or skill could conquer vain desire If care or skill could conquer vain desire, Or Reason’s reins my strong affection stay: There should my sighs to […]...
- Bede: Death Song Facing that enforced journey, no man can be More prudent than he has good call to be, If he consider, […]...
- A Child My Choice Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, […]...
- A Mournfull Dittie, on the death of Rosamond, King Henry the seconds Concubine To the Tune of When flying Fame. Wenas King Henry rul’d this land, the second of that name, Besides the […]...
- A most sweet Song of an English-Merchant Born in Chichester To an Excellent New Tune. A Rich Merchant man there was that was both graue & wise, Did kill a […]...
- The Burning Babe As I in hoary winter’s night Stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat Which made my […]...
- I never saw my Lady lay apart I never saw my Lady lay apart Her cornet black, in cold nor yet in heat, Sith first she knew […]...
- The force of Love in Strangers The feeble thred which Lachesis hath sponne, To drawe my dayes in short abode with thee, Hath wrought a webbe […]...
- Pageant Verses Mr. Thomas More in his youth devised in his father’s house in London, a goodly hanging of fine painted cloth […]...
- The sun hath twice brought forth his tender green The sun hath twice brought forth his tender green, Twice clad the earth in lively lustiness; Once have the winds […]...
- Who taught thee first to sigh, alas, my heart? Who taught thee first to sigh, alas, my heart? Who taught thy tongue the woeful words of plaint? Who filled […]...
- 16. THE PHYSICIAN’S TALE There was, as we’re told by Titus Livius, A knight once who was called Virginius, A man of worth and […]...
- The Divorce of a Lover Divorce me nowe good death, from love and lingring life, That one hath bene my concubine, that other was my […]...
- A Song of the banishment of two Dukes, Hereford and Norfolke TWo Noble Dukes of great renowne, that long had ]iu’d in fame, Through hatefull enuie were cast downe, and brought […]...
- When raging love with extreme pain When raging love with extreme pain Most cruelly distrains my heart; When that my tears, as floods of rain, Bear […]...
- London, Hast Thou Accursed Me London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, […]...
- The Golden Gift that Nature Did Thee Give The golden gift that Nature did thee give To fasten friends and feed them at thy will With form and […]...
- Ring out your bells Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread; For love is dead – All love is dead, infected With […]...
- Who hath his fancy pleasèd Who hath his fancy pleasèd With fruits of happy sight; Let here his eyes be raisèd, On Nature’s sweetest light; […]...
- Gascoygnes good night When thou hast spent the lingring day in pleasure and delight, Or after toyle and wearie waye, cost seeke to […]...
- A Description of Love Now what is love? I pray thee, tell. It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell. […]...
- Bede: Death Song Fore there neidfaerae naenig uuiurthit thoncsnotturra than him tharf sie to ymbhycggannae aer his hiniongae huaet his gastae godaes aeththa […]...
- In praise of a gentlewoman who though she were not verye fayre, yet was she as harde favoured as might be. IF men may credite […]...
- The lookes of a Lover enamored Thou with thy lookes on whom I loke full ofte, And find there in great cause of deepe delight: Thy […]...
- Amaryllis I care not for these ladies that must be wooed and prayed; Give me kind Amaryllis, the wanton country maid. […]...
- 29. CHAUCER’S RETRACTION Here the maker of this book takes his leave Now I pray to all who hear or read this little […]...
- Love that doth reign and live within my thought Love that doth reign and live within my thought And built his seat within my captive breast, Clad in arms […]...
- Spring, The Sweet Spring Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold […]...
- THE PASSIONATE MAN’S PILGRIMAGE Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My […]...
- Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were, I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts […]...
- A merry Jest how a Serjeant would learn to play the Friar. Wise men alway, Affirm and say, That best ’tis for a […]...
- The Seven Wonders of England I Near Wilton sweet, huge heaps of stones are found, But so confused, that neither any eye Can count them […]...
- Lady Surrey’s Lament for Her Absent Lord Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile, Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with […]...
- New Heaven, New War Come to your heaven, you heavenly quires! Earth hath the heaven of your desires; Remove your dwelling to your God, […]...
- 20. THE PRIORESS’S TALE Prologue Domine dominus noster “O Lord our Lord, how marvelous thy name, Spread so afar through this wide world,” said […]...