Since fortune’s wrath envieth the wealth Wherein I reigned, by the sight Of that, that fed mine eyes by stealth […]

When raging love with extreme pain Most cruelly distrains my heart; When that my tears, as floods of rain, Bear […]

So cruel prison how could betide, alas, As proud Windsor, where I in lust and joy, With a Kinges son, […]

When Windsor walls sustain’d my wearied arm; My hand my chin, to ease my restless head; The pleasant plot revested […]

Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were, I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts […]

O loathsome place! where I Have seen, and heard my dear; When in my heart her eye Hath made her […]

OF THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT. Divers thy death do diversely bemoan: Some, that in presence of thy livelihed […]

Brittle beauty, that Nature made so frail, Whereof the gift is small, and short the season; Flowering to-day, to-morrow apt […]