by and by, the cause of my disease Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting, When that I think what grief it is again To live and lack the thing should rid my pain. — Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey Copy Share Image
Alas, so all things now do hold their peace: Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing: The beasts, the air, the birds their song… — Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey Copy Share Image
by and by, the cause of my disease Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting, When that I think what grief it is… — Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey Copy Share Image
Thus I alone, where all my freedom grew, In prison pine with bondage and restraint; And with remembrance of the greater grief To banish… — Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey Copy Share Image
Sith Nature thus gave her the praise, To be the chiefest work she wrought, In faith, methink, some better ways On your behalf might… — Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey Copy Share Image
