Chamber's Cyclopædia of English literature; a history, critical and biographical, of authors in the English tongue from the earliest times till the present day, with specimens of their writings . p into the maydens tower,And easie sighes, such as folke drawe in love:The stately seates, the ladies bright of hewe :The daunces sliorte, long tales of great deliglu :With wordes and lokes, tliat tygers coulde but rewe,Wlien eche of us did pleade the others right :The palme play, where, dispoyled for the game, strippedWith dazed eies oft we by gleames of love,II Have mist the ball, and got sight of o
Chamber's Cyclopædia of English literature; a history, critical and biographical, of authors in the English tongue from the earliest times till the present day, with specimens of their writings . p into the maydens tower,And easie sighes, such as folke drawe in love:The stately seates, the ladies bright of hewe :The daunces sliorte, long tales of great deliglu :With wordes and lokes, tliat tygers coulde but rewe,Wlien eche of us did pleade the others right :The palme play, where, dispoyled for the game, strippedWith dazed eies oft we by gleames of love,II Have mist the ball, and got sight of our dame. To baite her eyes, whiche kept the leads above. . O place of blisse, renuer of my woes, Geve me accompt, where is my noble fere : comrade Whom in thy walles thou doest eche night enclose. To other leefe, but unto me most dere. Eccho, alas, that dothe my sorow rewe, Returns therto a hollow sounde of playnte. Thus I alone, where all my fredome grewe, In prison pyne, with bondage and restrainte, .d with remembrance of the greater greefe To banish the lesse, I find my chief releefe. Surreys lyrics are both fewer and less strikingthan those of Wyatt, but in A praise of his Love:. HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF the Picture in the National Portrait Gallery. wherin he repro\eth them that compare theirLadies with his, he is seen at his best :Geve place ye lovers, here beforeThat spent your bostes & bragges in vaine,My I^adies beawtie passeth moreThe best of yours I dare well sayen,Tlian doth the sonne the candle briglitest day tlie darkest night. And thereto hath a trothe as justAs had Penelope the what she saith ye may it it by writing sealed vertues hath she many moe,Than I with pen have skill to showe. I coukl rehearse, if that I wolde,The wltole effect of Natures plaint,When she had lost the perlil like to whom she could not wringyng handes liowe she dyd wliat she said, I know it, I. I knowe, she swore wit
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