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A03742	Songes and sonettes, written by the right honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other	Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.; Wyatt, Thomas, Sir, 1503?-1542.; Grimald, Nicholas, 1519-1562.; Tottel, Richard, d. 1594.	1557 (1557)	STC 13861; ESTC S106407	140,215	240

agree to be her thrall For as she list I am content My wyll is hers in that ● may And where she biddes I wyll obey It lieth in her my wo or welth She may do that she liketh best If that she list I haue my helth If she list not in wo I rest Sins I am fast within her bandes My wo and welth lieth in her handes She can no lesse then pitie me Sith that my faith to her is knowne It were to much extremitie With cruelty to vse her owne Alas a sinnefull enterprise To slay that yeldes at her deuice But I thinke not her hart so harde Nor that she hath such cruell lust I doubt nothing of her reward For my desert but well I trust As she hath beauty to allure So hath she a hart that will recure That nature which worketh all thinges for our behoofe hath made women also for our comfort and delight AMong dame natures workes such perfite law is wrought That things be ruled by course of kind in order as the● ought And serueth in their state in such iust frame and sort That slender wits may iudge the same and make therof report Behold what secrete force the winde doth easely show Which guides the ships amid the seas if he his bellowes blow The waters waxen wilde where blustering blastes do rise Yet seldome do they passe their bondes for nature that deuise The fire which boiles the leade and trieth out the gold Hath in his power both help and hurt if he his force vnfold The frost which kils the fruite doth knit the brused bones And is a medecin of kinde prepared for the nones The earth in whose entrails the foode of man doth liue At euery spring and fall of leafe what pleasure doth she giue The ayre which life desires and is to helth so swete Of nature yeldes such liuely smelles that comforts euery sprete The Sunne through natures might doth draw away the dew And spredes the flowers wher he is wōt his princely face to shew The Moone which may be cald the lanterne of the night Is halfe a guide to traueling men such vertue hath her light The sters not vertuelesse are beauty to the eyes A lodes man to the Mariner a signe of calmed skyes The flowers and fruitfull trees to man do tribute pay And when they haue their duety done by course they fade away Eche beast both fishe and foule doth offer life and all To nourish man and do him ease yea serue him at his call The serpentes venemous whose vglye shapes we hate Are soueraigne salues for sondry sores and nedefull in their state Sith nature shewes her power in eche thing thus at large Why should not man submit himselfe to be in natures charge Who thinkes to flee her force at length becomes her thrall The wisest cannot slip her snare for nature gouerns all Lo nature gaue vs shape lo nature fedes our liues Thē they are worse thē mad I think against her force that striue● Though some do vse to say which can do nought but faine Women were made for this intent to put vs men to paine Yet sure I thinke they are a pleasure to the minde A ioy which man can neuer want as nature hath assinde when aduersitie is once fallen it is to late to beware● TO my mishap alas I finde That happy hap is daungerous And fortune worketh but her kinde To make the ioyfull dolorous But all to late it comes to minde To waile the want that makes me blinde Amid my myrth and pleasantnesse Such chaunce is chaunced sodainly That in dispayre without redresse I finde my chiefest remedy No new kinde of vnhappinesse Should thus haue left me comfortlesse Who would haue thought that my request Should bring me forth such bitter frute But now is hapt that I feard lest And all this harme comes by my sute For when I thought me happiest Euen then hapt all my chiefe vnrest In better case was neuer none And yet vnwares thus am I trapt My chiefe desire doth cause me mone And to my harme my welth is hapt There is no man but I alone T●●t hath such cause to sigh and mone Thus am I taught for to beware And trust no more such pleasant chance My happy hap bred me this care And brought my mirth to great mischanc●● There is no man whom hap will spare But when she list his welth i● bare Of a louer that made his onely god of his loue ALl you that frendship do professe And of a frende present the place Geue eare to me that did possesse As frendly frutes as ye imbrace And to declare the circumstance There were them selues that did auaunce To teach me truely how to take A faithfull friende for vertues sake But I as one of litle skill To know what good might grow therby Unto my welth I had no will Nor to my nede I had none e●e But as the childe doth learne to go So I in time did learne to know Of all good frutes the world brought forth A faithfull frende is thing most worth Then with all care I sought to finde One worthy to receiue such trust One onely that was riche in minde One secrete sober wi●● and iust● Whom riches could not ●aise at all● Nor pouertie procure t● fall And to be short in few wordes plaine One such a frende I did attaine And when I did enioy this welth Who liued Lord in such a case For to my frendes it was great helth And to my foes a fowle deface And to my selfe a thing ●o riche As seke the world and finde none such Thus by this frende● I set such store As by my selfe I fet no more This frende so much was my delight When care had clene orecome my hart● One thought of her rid care as quite As neuer care had causde my smart Thus ioyed I in my frende so dere Was neuer ●●●de sate man so nere I carde for her so much alone That other God I carde for none But as it doth to them befall That to them selues respect haue none So my swete graffe is growen to gall Where I sowed mirth I reaped mone This ydoll that I honorde so Is now transformed to my fo● That me most pleased me most paines And in dispaire my hart remaines And for iust scourge of such desart Thre plages I may my selfe assure First of my frende to lose my part And next my life may not endure And last of all the more to blame My soule shall suffer for the same Wherfore ye frendes I warne you all Sit fast for feare of ●uch a fall Vpon the death of sir Antony Denny DEath and the king did as it were contend Which of them two bare Denny greatest loue The king to shew his loue gan farre extende Did him aduaunce his betters farr● aboue Nere place much welth great honor eke him gaue To make it known what powre gret princes haue But when death came with his

perde Ech grace that I did craue Thus fortunes will was vnto me All thing that I would haue But all to rathe alas the while She built on such a ground In litle space to great a guile In her now haue I found For she hath turned so her whele That I vnhappy man May waile the time that I dede fele Wherwith she fed me than For broken now are her behestes And plesant lookes she gaue And therfore now all my requestes From perill can not saue Yet would I well it might appere To her my chiefe regard Though my desertes haue been to dere To m●●●te such reward Sith fortunes will is now so bent To plage me thus poore man I must my selfe therwith content And beare it as I can To his loue that had geuen him answere of refusell THe answere that ye made to me my dere When I did sue for my poore hartes redresse Hath so appalde my countenance and my chere That in this case I am all comfortlesse Sins I of blame no cause can well expresse I haue no wrong where I can claime no right Nought tane me fro where I haue nothing had Yet of my wo I can not so be quite Namely sins that another may be glad With that that thus in sorow makes me sad Yet none can claime I say by former graunt That knoweth not of any graunt at all And by desert I dare well make auaunt Of faithfull will there is no where that shall Beare you more truth more ready at your call Now good then call againe that bitter word That toucht your friende so nere with panges of paine And say my dere that it was sayd in bord Late or to sone let it not rule the gaine Wherwith free will doth true desert retaine To his ladie cruel ouer her yelden louer SUch is the course that natures kinde hath wrought That snakes haue time to cast away their stinges Ainst chainde prisoners what nede defence be sought The fierce lyon will hurt no yelden thinges Why should such spite be nursed then thy thought Sith all these powers are prest vnder thy winges And eke thou seest and reason thee hath taught What mischief malice many wayes it bringes Consider eke that spight auaileth naught Therfore this song thy fault to thee it singes Displease the not for saiyng thus me thought Nor hate thou him from whom no hate forth springes For furies that in hell be execrable For that they hate are made most miserable The louer complaineth that deadly sicknesse can not helpe his affeccion THe enmy of life decayer of all kinde That with his cold withers away the grene This other night me in my bed did finde And offerd me to ryd my feuer clene And I dyd graunt so did dispaire me blinde He drew his bow● with arrowes sharpe and kene And strake the place wher loue had hit before And draue the first dart deper more and more The louer reioiceth the enioying of his loue ONce as me thought fortune me kist And bade me aske what I thought best And I should haue it as me list Therewith to set my hart in rest I asked but my ladies hart To haue for euermore myne owne Then at an end were al my smart Then should I nede no more to mone Yet for all that a stormy blast Had ouerturnde this goodly nay And fortune semed at the last That to her promise she said day But like as one out of dispayre To sodain hope reuiued● I. Now fortune sheweth her selfe so faire That I content me wondersly My most desire my hand may reach My wyll is al way at my hand Me nede not long for to beseche Her that hath power me to commaunde What earthly thing more can I craue What would I wishe more at my will Nothing on earth more would I haue Saue that I haue to haue it styll For fortune now hath kept her promesse In graunting me my most desire Of my soueraigne I haue redresse And I content me with my hire The louer complaineth the vnkindnes of his loue MY lute awake performe the last Labour that thou and I shal wast And end that I haue now begonne And when this song is song and past My lute be stil for I haue done As to be heard where eare is no●e As lead to graue in marble stone My song may pearse her hart as sone Should we then sigh or singe or mone No no my lute for I haue done● The rockes do not so c●u●lly● Repulse the waues continually As she my sute and affection So that I am past remedy Wherby my lute and I haue done Proude of the spoile that thou hast gotte Of simple hartes through loues shot By whom vnkind thou hast them wonne Thinke not he hath his bow forgot Although my lute and I haue done Uengeaunce shall fall on thy disdaine That makest but game on earnest payne Thinke not alone vnder the sunne Unquit to cause thy louers plain Although my lute and I haue done May chance thee lie withered and olde In winter nightes that are so colde Plaining in vaine vnto the mone Thy wishes then dare not be tolde Care then who list for I haue done And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou hast lost and spent To cause thy louers ●igh and swowne Then shalt thou know beaute but lent And wish and want as I haue done Now cease my lute this is the last Labour that thou and I shal wast And ended is that we begonne Now is this song both● song and past My lute be still for I haue done How by a kisse he found both his life and death NAture that gaue the Bee so feate a grace To finde hony of so wondrous fashion Hath taught the spider out of the same place To fetche poyson by strange alteracion Though this be strange it is a straunger case With one kisse by secret operacion Both these at once in those your lipps to finde In change wherof I leaue my hart behinde The louer describeth his being taken with sight of his loue VNwarely so was neuer no man caught With stedfast loke vpon a goodly face As I of late for sodainely me thought My hart was torne out of hys place Thorow mine eye the stroke from hers did slide● And downe directly to my hart it ranne In helpe wherof the blood therto did glide And left my face both pale and wanne Then was I like a man for wo amased Or like the fowle that fleeth into the fier For while that I vpon her beauty gased The more I burnd in my desire Anone the bloud start in my face againe Inflamde with heat that it had at my hart And brought therwith through out in euery vayne A quaking heate with pleasant smart Then was I like the straw when that the flame Is driuen therin by force and rage of winde I can not tell alas what I shall blame Nor what to seke nor what to finde But well I wot

see her seruant so Became Phisicion to his wo● And toke him to her handes and grace And said she would her minde apply To helpe him in his wofull case If she might be his remedy And thus they say to ease his smart She made him owner of her hart And truth it is except they lye From that day forth her study went To shew to loue him faithfully And his whole minde full to content So happy a man at last was he And eke so worthy a woman she Lo lady then iudge you by this Mine case and how my case doth fall For sure betwene my life and his No difference there is at all His care was great● so was his paine And mine is not the lest of twaine For what he felt in seruice true For her whom that he loued so The same ● fele as large for you To whom I do my seruice owe. There was that time in him no paine But now the same in me doth raigne Which if you can compare and way And how I stand in euery plight Then this for you I dare well say Your hart must nedes remorce of right To graunt me grace and so to do As Creside then did Troylus to For well I wot you are as good And euen as faire as euer was she And commen of as worthy blood And haue in you as large pitie To tender me your own true man As she did him her seruant than Which gift I pray God for my sake Full sone and shortly you me sende So shall you make my sorowes slake So shall you bring my wo to ende And set me in as happy case As Troylus with his lady was To leade a vertuous and honest life FLee frō the prease and dwell with sothfastnes Suffise to thee thy good though it be small For horde hath hate and climing ticklenes Praise hath enuy and weall is blinde in all Fauour no more then thee behoue shall Rede well thy selfe that others well canst rede And trouth shall thee deliuer it is no drede Paine thee not eche croked to redresse In hope of her that turneth as a ball Great rest standeth in litle businesse Beware also to spurne against a nall Striue not as doth a crocke against a wall Deme first thy selfe that demest others dede And truth shall thee deliuer it is no drede That thee is sent receine in buxomnesse The wrestling of this world asketh a fall Here is no home here is but wildernesse Forth pilgryme forth forth beast out of thy stall Looke vp on hye geue thankes to God of all weane well thy lust and honest life ay leade So trouth shall thee deliuer it is no dreade The wounded louer determineth to make sute to his lady for his recure SIns Mars first moued warre or stirred men to strife Was neuer sene so fearce a fight I scarce could scape with life Resist so long I did till death approched so nye To saue my selfe I thought it best with spede away to flye In daunger still I fled by flight I thought to scape From my dere foe it vailed not alas it was to late For Uenus from her campe brought Cupide with his bronde Who sayd now yelde or els desire shall chace thee in euery londe Yet would I not straight yelde till fansy fiercely stroke Who frō my will did cut the raines charged me with this yoke Then all the daies and nightes mine eare might heare the sound What carefull sighes my hart would steale to feele it self so bound For though within my brest thy care I worke he sayde Why for good will didst thou behold her persing eye displayd Alas the fishe is caught through baite that hides the hooke Euen so her eye me trained hath and tangled with her looke But or that it be long my hart thou shalt be faine To stay my life pray her forththrow swete lokes whē I complain When that she shall deny to do me that good turne Then shall she see to asshes gray by flames my body burne Deserte of blame to her no wight may yet impute For feare of nay I neuer sought the way to frame my sute Yet hap that what hap shall delay I may to long Assay I shall for I heare say the still man oft hath wrong The louer shewing of the continuall paines that abide within his brest determineth to die because he cannot haue redresse THe dolefull bell that still doth ring The wofull knell of all my ioyes The wretched hart doth perce and wring And fils mine eare with deadly noyes The hongry Uiper in my brest That on my hart doth lye and gnaw Doth dayly brede my new vnrest And deper sighes doth cause me draw And though I force both hand and eye On pleasant matter to attend My sorowes to deceiue therby And wretched life for to amend Yet goeth the mill within my hart Which grindeth nought but paine and wo And turneth all my ioy to smart The euil corne it yeldeth so Though Uenus smile with yelding eyes And swete musicke doth play and sing Yet doth my sprites feele none of these The clarke doth at mine eare so ring As smallest sparckes vncared for To greatest flames do sonest grow Euen so did this mine inward sore Begin in game and end in wo. And now by vse so swift it goeth That nothing can mine eares so fill But that the clacke it ouergoeth And plucketh me backe into the mill But since the mill will nedes about The pinne wheron the whele doth go I will assay to strike it out And so the mill to ouerthrow The power of loue ouer gods them selues FOr loue Apollo his Godhed set aside Was seruant to the king of Thessaley Whose daughter was so pleasant in his eye That both his harpe and sawtrey he defide And bagpipe solace of the rurall bride Did puffe and blow● and on the holtes hy His cattell kept with that rude melody And oft eke him that doth the heau●ns gide Hath loue transsormed to shapes for him to base Transmuted thus somtime a swan is he Leda taccoy and eft Europe to please A milde white bull vnwrinckled front and face Suffreth her play till on his back lepeth she Whō in great care he ferieth through the seas The promise of a constant louer AS Lawrell leaues that cease not to be grene From parching sunne nor yet from winters threte As hardened oke that feareth no sworde so kene As flint for toole in twaine that will not frete As fast as rocke or piller surely set So fast am I to you and ay haue bene Assuredly whom I cannot forget For ioy for paine for torment nor for tene For losse for gaine for frowning nor for thret But euer one yea both in calme and blast Your faithfull friende and will be to my last Against him that had slaundered a gentle woman with him selfe FAlse may be and by the powers aboue Neuer haue he good spede or lucke in loue That so can lye or spot the worthy

any clout and ded Lo sodenly the blood orespred And gon againe it uill so bide And thus from life to death I slide As colde sometymes as any stone And then againe as hote anone Thus comes and goes my sundry fits To geue me sundri sortes of wits Till that a sigh becomes my frende And then to all this wo doth ende And sure I thinke that sigh doth roon From me to you where ay you woon For well I finde it easeth me And cettes much it pleaseth me To think that it doth come to you As would to God it could so do For then I know you would soone finde By sent and sauour of the winde That euen a martirs sigh it is Whose ioy you are and all his blis His comfort and his pleasure eke And euen the same that he doth seke The same that he doth wishe and craue The same that he doth trust to haue To tender you in all he may And all your likinges to obey As farre as in his powre shall lye Till death shall darte him for to dye But wealeaway mine owne most best My ioy my comfort and my rest The causer of my wo and smart And yet the pleaser of my hart And she that on the earth aboue Is euen the worthiest for to loue Heare now my plaint heare now my wo. Heare now his paine that loues you so And if your hart do pitie beare Pitie the cause that you shall heare A dolefull foe in all this doubt Who leaues me not but sekes me out Of wretched forme and lothsome face While I stand in this wofull case Comes forth and takes me by the hand And saies frende harke and vnderstand I see well by thy port and chere And by thy lokes and thy manere And by thy sadnes as thou goest And by the sighes that thou outthrowes●● That thou art stuffed full of wo The cause I thinke I do well know A fantaser thou art of some By whom thy wits are ouercome But hast thou red old pamphlets ought Or hast thou known how bokes haue taught That loue doth vse to such as thow When they do thinke them safe ●now And certain of their ladies grace Hast thou not sene oft tunes the case That sodenly there hap hath turnde As thinges in flame consumde and burnde Some by disceite forsaken right Some likwise changed of fansy light And some by absence sone forgot The lottes in loue why knowest thou not And tho that she be now thine own And knowes the well as may be knowne And thinkes the to be such a one As she likes best to be her own Thinkes thou that others haue not grace To shew and plain their wofull case And chose her for their lady now And swere her trouth as well as thow And what if she do alter minde Where is the loue that thou wouldest finde Absence my frende workes wonders oft Now bringes full low that lay full loft Now turnes the minde now to and fro And where art thou if it were so If basence quod I be marueilous I finde her not so dangerous For she may not remoue me fro The ●●ore good will that I do owe To her whom vnneth I loue and shall And chosen haue aboue them all To serue and be her own as far As any man may offer her And will her serue and will her loue As lowly as it shall behoue And dye her own if fate be so Thus shall my hart nay part her fr● And wilnes shall my good will be That absence takes her not from me But that my loue doth still encrease To minde her still and neuer cease Aud what I feele to be in me The same good will I think hath she As firme and fast to biden ay Till death depart vs both away And as I haue my tale thus told S●●ps vnto me with countenance bold A stedfast frende a counsellour And namde is Hope my comfortour And stoutly then he speakes and saies Thou hast sayde trouth withouten nayes For I assure thee euen by othe And theron take my hand and trothe That she is one the worthiest The truest and the faithfullest The gentlest and the meekest of minde That here on earth a man may finde And if that loue and trouth were gone In her it might be found alone For in her minde no thought there is But how she may be true ●wis And tenders thee and all thy heale And wisheth both thy health and weale And loues thee euen as farforth than As any woman may a man And is thine own and so she saies And cares for thee ten thousand waies On thee she speakes on thee she thinkes With thee she eates with thee she drinkes With thee she talkes with thee she mones With thee she sighes with thee she grones With thee she saies farewell mine own When thou God knowes full farre art gon And euen to tell thee all aright To thee she saies full oft good night And names thee oft her owne most dere Her comfort weale and al her chere And telles her pelow al the tale How thou hast doon her wo and bale And how she longes and plaines for the And saies why art thou so from me Am I not she that loues the best Do I not wish thine ease and test Seke I not how I may the please Why art thou then so from thine ease If I be she for whom thou carest For whom in tormentes so thou farest Alas thou knowest to finde me here Where I remaine thine owne most dere Thine own most true thine owne most iust Thine own that loues the styl and must Thine own that cares alone for the As thou I thinke dost care for me And euen the woman she alone That is full bent to be thine owne What wilt thou more what cāst thou craue Since she is as thou wouldest her haue Then set this driuell out of dore That in thy braines such tales doth poore Of absence and of chaunges straunge Send him to those that vse to chaunge For she is none I the auowe And well thou maiest beleue me now When hope hath thus his reason said Lord how I fele me well apaide A new blood then orespredes my bones That al in ioy I stand at ones My handes I throw to heuen aboue And humbly thank the god of loue That of his grace I should bestow My loue so well as I it owe. And al the planets as they stand I thanke them to with hart and hand That their aspectes so frendly were That I should so my good will bere To you that are the worthiest The fairest and the gentillest And best can say and best can do That longes me thinkes a woman to And therfore are most worthy far To be beloued as you ar And so saies hope in all his tale Wherby he easeth all my bale For I beleue and thinke it true That he doth speake or say of you And thus contented lo I stand With that that hope beares me in

him vnkouth wayes If so deceaue Antonius cruell gleaues They might and threats of folowyng routs escape Thus lo that Tullie went that Tullius Of royall robe and sacred senate prince When he a far the men approch espieth And of his ●one the ensignes doth aknow And with drawn swoord Popilius threatning death Whose life and holl estate in hazard once Hee had preserude when Room as yet to free Herd him and at his thundring voyce amazde Herennius eek more eyger than the rest Present enflamde with furie him purseews What might hee doo Should hee vse in defense Disarmed hands ●or pardon ask for meed Should he with wordes attempt to turn the wrath Of tharmed knight whose safegard hee had wrought No age forbids and fixt within depe brest His countryes loue and falling Romes image The charret turn sayth hee let loose the rayns Roon to the vndeserued death mee lo Hath Phebus fowl as messenger forwarnd And Ioue desires a neew heauensman to make Brutus and Cassius soulls liue you in blisse In case yet all the fates gaynstriue vs not Neither shall we perchaunce dye vnreuenged Now haue I liued O Room ynough for mee My passed life nought suffreth me to dout Noysom obliuion of the lothesome death Slea mee yet all the ofspring to come shall know And this deceas shall bring eternall life Yea and onlesse I fayl and all in vain Room I soomtime thy Augur chosen was Not euermore shall frendly fortune thee Fauour Antonius once the day shall coom When her deare wights by cruell spight thus slain Uictorious Room shall at thy hands require Me likes therwhile go see the hoped heauen Speech had he left and therwith hee good man His throte preparde and held his hed vnmoued● His hasting to those fates the very knightes Be lothe to see and rage rebated when They his bare neck beheld and his horeheyres Scant could they hold the teares that forth gan burst And almost fell from bloody hands the swoords Onely the stern Herennius with grym looke Dastards why stand you still he sayth and straight Swaps of the hed with his presumptuous yron Ne with that slaughter yet is he not fild Fowl shame on shame to heape is his delite Wherefore the handes also doth hee of smyte Which durst Antonius life so liuely paynt Him yeldyng strayned goste from welkin hye With lothy chere lord Phebus gan behold And in black clowd they say long hid his hed The latin● Muses and the Grayes they wept And for his fall eternally shall weep And lo hertpersing Pitho straunge to tell Who had to him suffisde both sense and words When so he spake and drest with nectar soote That flowyng toung when his windpipe disclosde Fled with her fleeyng frend and out alas Hath left the earth ne will no more return Popilius flyeth therwhile and leauing there The senslesse stock a grizely sight doth bear Unto Antonius boord with mischief fed Of M. T. Gicero FOr Tullie late a tomb I gan prepare When Cynthie thus bad mee my labour spare Such maner things becoom the ded quoth hee But Tullie liues and styll alyue shall bee N. G. A ALas so al things now 5 Although I had a chek 10 As oft as I behold 12 Auising the bright 22 Alas madam for steling 23 Accused though I be 29 All in thy loke my life 34 A face that shold content 35 A lady gaue me a gift 42 A spending hand 47 Alas that euer death 62 A s●udent at his boke 64 As cypresse tree 74 Among dame natures 77 All ye that frendship 78 As I haue ben so wil 79 At libertie I sit and see 80 As laurel leaues 83 A kinde of cole is 97 A man may liue thrise 100 Ah loue how waiward 102 A cruel Tiger 107 Ah libertie now haue I 107 Adieu desert how art 108 Alas when shal I ioy 112 B BRitle beautie that 5 Because I stil kept 21 Behold loue thy power 28 By fortune as I lay 55 Behold my picture 70 Bewail with me 70 C CEsar when that the. 21 Cruel vnkinde 74 Complain we may 96 D DIuers thy death 16 Disdain me not 31 Desire alas my maister 41 Driuen by desire I did 44 Death and the king 78 Do all your dedes by 97 Do way your phisick 106 E ECh beast can choose 14 Eche man me telth 21 Euer my hap is slack 36 Experience now doth 67 Ech thing I see hath 69 F FRom Tuscan came 5 Farewell the hart of 24 From these hye hilles 25 For want of will in wo. 31 Farewell loue 37 For shamefast harme 43 Full faire and white she is 61 For that a restlesse hed 69 Flee from the prease 82 For loue Apollo 8● False may he be 83 From worldly wo 99 Farewell thou frosen hart 111 For Tully late 117 G GOod ladies ye that 9 Geue place ye louers 10 Girt in my giltlesse gown 13 Go burning sighes 38 Geue place ye ladies 67 H HE is not dead that 29 How oft haue I● 36 Holding my peace 107 I IN Cyprus springes 5 I neuer saw my L. lay 6 In winters iust return 8 If care do cause men cry 15 In the rude age 17 If waker car● 20 I finde no peace 21 It may be good 23 In faith I wote not 24 If euer man might him 32 If amorous faith 36 It burneth yet alas 40 I see that chaunce hath 41 If thou wilt mighty be 43 In court to serue 44 In doutfull brest 45 If euer wofull man 50 If right be rackt 51 In Grece sometime 52 It is no fire 62 I lent my loue to losse 64 In seking rest 66 I see there is no sort 71 I lothe that I did loue 72 If it wer so that God 75 In fredom was my fantasy 76 I rede how Troilus 81 I heard when fame 84 I ne can close in short 85 It was the day on which 90 I that Ulisses yeres 9● If that thy wicked wife 99 I would I found not 104 I s●●ly Haw 107 In bayes I bost 109 In court as I beheld 110 Imps of king Io●● 113 In working well 113 L LOue 〈◊〉 liueth 4 Lay●●n my quiet bed 18 Lux my fair falcon 35 Loue ●ortune my minde 36 Like vnto these vnmesu 36 Like as the bird with 43 Like as the Lark 52 Lo here the end of man 56 Like as the brake 78 Like as the rage of raine 80 Like the Phenix a bird 88 Loe ded he liues 89 Loe here lieth G. 98 M MArtial the thinges 16 My Ratclif when 18 My galley charged 22 Madame withouten 23 Myne old dere enmy 25 Maruell no'more altho 27 My loue to scorne 29 My lute awake 33 My hart I gaue thee 37 Mistrustfull mindes 40 My mothers maides 45 Mine own I. Poins 46 My youthfull yeres 70 N NAture that gaue the bee 34 Nature that taught 68 Not like a God came 95 No ioy haue I. 104 Now clattering armes 115 O O Happy dames that may 8 O lothsome