AN EPITAPH OF SIR THOMAS GRAVENER KNIGHT.

UNDER this stone there lieth at rest
A friendly man, a worthy knight;
Whose heart and mind was ever prest
To favour truth, to further right.

The poor's defence, his neighbour's aid,
Most kind always unto his kin;
That stint all strife, that might be stayed;
Whose gentle grace great love did win.

A man, that was full earnest set
To serve his prince at all assays:
No sickness could him from it let;
Which was the shortening of his days.

His life was good, he died full well;
The body here, the soul in bliss
With length of words why should I tell,
Or farther shew, that well known is;

Since that the tears of more and less,
Right well declare his worthiness.

Vivit post funera Virtus.

SIR ANTONIE SENTLEGER OF SIR T. WYATT

THUS lieth the dead, that whilome lived here
Among the dead that quick go on the ground;
Though he be dead, yet doth he quick appear
By immortal fame that death cannot confound
His life for aye, his fame in trump shall sound.
Though he be dead, yet is he thus alive:
No death that life from Wyatt can deprive.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

A FACE that should content me wondrous well, 168.
A Lady gave me a gift she had not, 185.

A spending hand that alway poureth out, 194.
Absence, absenting causeth me to complain, 147.
Accused though I be without desert, 179.

After great storms the calm returns, 60.

Ah! Robin, 90.

Ah! my heart, what aileth thee, 140.

Alas! the grief, and deadly woful smart, 71.
Alas! poor man, what hap have I, 110.

Alas, Madam, for stealing of a kiss, 170.

All in thy look my life doth whole depend, 175
All heavy minds, 68.

Altho' thou see th' outrageous climb aloft, 233.
And if an eye may save or slay, 64.
And wilt thou leave me thus, 111.
As power and wit will me assist, 113.
At last withdraw your cruelty, 102.
At most mischief, 79.

Avising the bright beams of those fair eyes, 10.

Because I still kept thee from lies and blame, 8.
Behold, Love, thy power how she despiseth, 22.
Blame not my lute! for he must sonnd, 98.

Cæsar, when that the traitor of Egypt. 6.
Comfort thyself, my woful heart, 70.

Deem as ye list upon good cause, 149.
Desire, alas, my master and my foe, 169.

Disdain me not without desert, 43.

Divers doth use, as I have heard and know, 19.
Driven by desire I did this deed, 180.

Each man me telleth I change most my devise, 7.
Ever my hap is slack and slow in coming, 12.

Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever, 18.
Farewell the heart of cruelty, 36.

Forget not yet the tried intent, 126.

For shamefast harm of great and hateful need, 169. For to love her for her looks lovely, 24.

For want of will in woe I plain, 44.

From depth of sin, and from a deep despair, 228.

From these high hills as when a spring doth fall, 173. Full well it may be seen, 119.

Give place, all ye that doth rejoice, 137.

Go, burning sighs, unto the frozen heart, 23.

Hate whom ye list, for I care not, 141.

Hear my prayer, O Lord; hear my request, 231.
Heart oppress'd with desperate thought, 119.
Heaven, and earth, and all that hear me plain, 59.
Help me to seek! for I lost it there, 24.

He is not dead, that sometime had a fall, 177.
How oft have I, my dear and cruel foe, 13.
How should I, 134.

I abide, and abide; and better abide, 20.

I am as I am, and so will I be, 150.

I find no peace, and all my war is done, 9.

I have sought long with steadfastness, 75.

I love, loved; and so doth she, 104.

I see, that chance hath chosen me, 53.

If amorous faith, or if a heart unfeigned, 15.

If chance assign'd, 78.

If every man might him avaunt, 45.

If fancy would favour, 65.

If in the world there be more woe, 88.

If it be so that I forsake thee, 27.

If thou wilt mighty be, flee from the rage, 56.

If waker care; if sudden pale colour, 5.

If with complaint the pain might be express'd, 128.

In doubtful breast whilst motherly pity, 170.

In æternum I was once determed, 91.

In Court to serve decked with fresh array, 178.

In faith I wot not what to say, 37.

Is it possible, 108.

It burneth yet, alas, my heart's desire, 182.

It is a grievous smart, 105.

It was my choice, it was no chance, 117.
It may be good, like it who list, 36.

Leave thus to slander love, 93.

Like as the bird within the cage inclosed, 54.
Like as the swan towards her death, 89.
Like as the wind with raging blast, 186.
Like as the pilgrim, that in a long way, 218.
Like unto these unmeasurable mountains, 14.

Lo! how I seek and sue to have, 122.

Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry pass, 223.

Lo! what it is to love, 92.

Love doth again, 143.

Love, Fortune, and my mind which do remember, 13.

Love, to give law unto his subjects' hearts, 203.

Look, my fair falcon, and thy fellows all, 177.

Madam, withouten many words, 180.

Marvel no more although, 38.

Me list no more to sing, 131.

Mine old dear enemy, my froward master, 152.
Mine own John Poins, since ye delight to know, 191.
Mistrustful minds be moved, 184.

Most wretched heart! most miserable, 96.
My galley charged with forgetfulness, 9.
My heart I gave thee, not to do it pain, 15
My hope, alas! hath me abused, 67.
My love to scorn, my service to retain, 11.
My love is like unto th' eternal fire, 123.

My lute, awake, perform the last, 29.

My mother's maids, when they do sew and spin, 187.