From Tottel's Songs and Sonnets, 1557 A praise of his love Give place, ye lovers, here before And thereto hath a troth as just, For what she saith, ye may it trust, I could rehearse, if that I would, I know she swore with raging mind, Sith Nature thus gave her the praise, HENRY HOWARD EARL OF SURREY EARL OF SURREY and RICHARD EDWARDES From Tottel's Songs and Sonnets, 1557 The means to attain happy life Martial, the things that do attain The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; The mean diet, no delicate fare; The faithful wife, without debate; HENRY HOWARD EARL OF SURREY From The Paradise of Dainty Devices, 1576-1578 In going to my naked bed, as one that would have slept, The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love. Then took I paper, pen, and ink, this proverb for to write, Much matter utter'd she of weight, in place whereas she sat ; And proved plain there was no beast nor creature bearing life, Could well be known to live in love without discord and strife: Then kissed she her little babe, and swore by God above, The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love. She said that neither king, ne prince, ne lord could live aright, Until their puissance they did prove, their manhood and their might; When manhood shall be matched so that fear can take no place, Then weary works make warriors each other to embrace, And leave their force that failed them, which did consume the rout, That might before have lived their time and nature out: Then did she sing as one that thought no man could her reprove, The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love. She said she saw no fish, ne fowl, nor beast within her haunt, That met a stranger in their kind, but could give it a taunt; Since flesh might not endure, but rest must wrath succeed, And force the fight to fall to play, in pasture where they feed; So noble nature can well end the work she hath begun, And bridle well that will not cease, her tragedy in some: Thus in her song she oft rehearsed, as did her well behove, The falling out of faithful friends, is the renewing of love. I marvel much, pardie, quoth she, for to behold the rout, To see man, woman, boy, and beast, to toss the world about ; Some kneel, some crouch, some beck, some check, and some can smoothly smile, And some embrace others in arm, and there think many a wile; Some stand aloof at cap and knee, some humble and some stout, Yet are they never friends indeed until they once fall out. Thus ended she her song, and said, before she did remove, The falling out of faithful friends, is the renewing of love. RICHARD EDWARDES From Epitaphs, 1570 To a Gentlewoman That always willed him to wear rosemary (a tree that is always green) for her sake, and in token of his goodwill to her The green that you did wish me wear And on my helm a branch to bear, Was ever you to have in mind, As I, in this, have done your will, So I request you to fulfil My fancy too. A green and loving heart to have, For if your flowering heart should change Or you at length a Lady strange Then will my branch, against his use, As Winter's force cannot deface So let no change of love disgrace You were mine own, and so be still; Then may I think myself to be For wearing of the Tree that is Against all weather that doth fall, When wayward Winter spits his gall. And when we meet, to try me true And I will crave an oath of you, So shall we both assured be; Both I of you, and you of me. G. TURBERVILLE From Puttenham's Art of English Poesy, 1589 The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web. But clouds of toys untried do cloak aspiring minds Which turn to rain of late repent, by course of changed winds. The top of hope supposed, the root of ruth will be, And fruitless all their graffed guiles, as shortly ye shall see. Then dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds, Shall be unseeled by worthy wights, whose foresight falsehood finds. The daughter of debate, that eke discord doth sow, Shall reap no gain where former rule hath taught still peace to grow. No foreign banished wight shall anchor in this port, Our realm it brooks no stranger's force, let them elsewhere resort. Our rusty sword with rest shall first his edge employ QUEEN ELIZABETH |