Henry Howard Poems
|41.||Lady Surrey's Lament For Her Absent Lord||1/3/2003|
|42.||The Ages Of Man||1/3/2003|
|43.||A Satire Against The Citizens Of London||1/1/2004|
|44.||So Cruel Prison||1/3/2003|
|45.||London, Hast Thou Accursed Me||1/3/2003|
|46.||Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace||1/3/2003|
|47.||A Praise Of His Love||1/3/2003|
|48.||Love That Doth Reign And Live||1/3/2003|
Love That Doth Reign And Live
Love that doth reign and live within my thought
And built his seat within my captive breast,
Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.
But she that taught me love and suffer pain,
My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire
With shamefast look to shadow and refrain,
Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire.
And coward Love then to the heart apace
Taketh his flight, where he doth lurk and plain
His purpose lost, and dare not show his face.
For my lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pain;
Yet from my lord shall not my ...
The Ages Of Man
Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were,
I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts appear,
And every thought did show so lively in mine eyes,
That now I sigh'd, and then I smil'd, as cause of thought did rise.
I saw the little boy, in thought how oft that he
Did wish of God to scape the rod, a tall young man to be;
The young man eke, that feels his bones with pains oppress'd,
How he would be a rich old man, to live and lie at rest;
The rich old man, that sees his end draw on so s