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Alas ANON ANTHOLOGY bear beast began birds blame bring brought cause comfort Court Crown cruel Dame dear death desire doth Earl of SURREY Edited English Extra fcap eyes face fair faith fear FORTUNE give gold grace green hand hast hath head hear heart HENRY hold honour HOWARD JEFFREY July 31 keep kind King King's Lady leave live look Lord Master mind Miscellany Nature never night noble Notes nought pain pass Pity plain play pleasant pleasure Poems reason rest seek serve sighs sight Song soon sore speak stand SUMMER sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought TOTTELL's true trust turn unto W. W. SKEAT Watkin WINTER wise worth WYATT
Page 15 - As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart : And wilt thou leave me thusT Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee?
Page 6 - They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
Page 82 - Maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue. The dances short, long tales of great delight; With words and looks, that tigers could but rue; Where each of us did plead the other's right.
Page 40 - BLAME not my Lute ! for he must sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange, And speak such words as touch thy change, Blame not my Lute ! 2 My Lute, alas!
Page 84 - 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 ; For what she saith, ye may it trust, As it by writing sealed were : And virtues hath she many mo' Than I with pen have skill to show.
Page 163 - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
Page 16 - My lute, awake, perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun, And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.
Page 109 - THE Hunt is up! The Hunt is up! And it is wellnigh day; And HARRY our King is gone hunting, To bring his deer to bay.
Page 61 - The Means to Attain Happy Life Martial, the things that do attain The happy life, be these, I find : The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind : The equal friend, no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule, nor governance; Without disease, the healthful life; The household of continuance...