Henry Howard Poems
|41.||A Satire Against The Citizens Of London||1/1/2004|
|42.||The Soote Season||1/3/2003|
|43.||The Things That Cause A Quiet Life||1/3/2003|
|44.||From Tuscan Came My Lady's Worthy Race||1/3/2003|
|45.||London, Hast Thou Accursed Me||1/3/2003|
|46.||A Praise Of His Love||1/3/2003|
|47.||Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace||1/3/2003|
|48.||Love That Doth Reign And Live||1/3/2003|
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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 ...
A Praise Of His Love
Give place, ye lovers, here before
That spent your boasts and brags in vain;
My lady's beauty passeth more
The best of yours, I dare well sayn,
Than doth the sun the candle-light,
Or brightest day the darkest night.
And thereto hath a troth as just
As had Penelope the fair;