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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

the fire will wast away And outward cast no flame Unto my self may I compare These coales that so consume Where nought is sene though men 〈◊〉 ●●are● In stede of flame but fume They say also to make them burne Cold water must be cast Or els to ashes will they turne And half to sinder wast As this is wonder for to se Cold water warme the fire So hath your coldnesse caused me To burne in my desire And as this water cold of kinde Can cause both heat and cold And can these coales both breake and binde To burne as I haue told So can your tong of frosen yse From whence cold answers come Both coole the fire and fire entice To burne me all and some Like to the corne that standes on stake Which mowen in winter sunne Full faire without within is black Such heat therin doth runne By force of fire this water cold Hath bred to burne within Euen so am I that heat doth hold which cold did first begyn which heat is stint when I do striue To haue some ease sometime But flame a fresh I do reuiue Wherby I cause to clime In stede of smoke a sighing breath with sparkes of sprinkled teares That I should liue this liuyng death Which wastes and neuer weares The answer YOur borrowd meane to moue your mone of fume ●outen flame Being set from smithy smokyng coale ye seme so by the same To shew what such coales vse is taught by such as haue assayd As I that most do wish you well am so right well apayd That you haue such a lesson learnd how either to maintaine Your fredome of vnkindled coale vpheaped all in vaine Or how most frutefully to frame with worthy workmans art That cunnyng pece may passe there fro by help of heated hart Out of the forge wherin the fume of sighes doth mount aloft● That argues present force of fire to make the metall soft To yelde vnto the hammer hed as best the workman likes That thiron glowy●g after blast in time and temper strikes Wherin the vse of water is as you do seme to say To quenche no flame ne hinde heat ne yet to wast away But that which better is for you● and more deliteth me To saue you from the sodain waste vaine cinderlike to be Which lastyng better li●es in loue as you your semble ply Then doth the bauen blase that flames and fleteth by and by Sith then you know eche vse wherin your coale may be applide Either to lie and last on hoord in open ayre to bide wi●houten vse to gather fat by fallyng of the raines That makes the pitchy iucye to grow by sokyng in his veines Or lye on fornace in the forge as is his vse of right Wherin the water trough may serue and enteryeld her might By worke of smithes both hand and hed a cūnyng key to make Or other pece as cause shall craue and bid him vndertake Do as you deme most fit to do and wherupon may grow Such ioy to you as I may ioy your ioyfull case to know An epitaph made by w. G. lying on his death bed to be set vpon his owne tombe LO here lieth G. vnder the ground Among the gredy wormes Which in his life time neuer found But strife and sturdy stormes And namely through a wicked wife As to the wor●d apperes She was the shortnyng of his life By many dayes and yeres He might haue liued long god wot His yer●s they were but yong Of wicked w●ues this is the lot To kill with spitefull tong Who● memory shall still remayne In writi●g here with me That men may know whom she hath slayne And say this ●ame is she An answer IF that thy wicked wife had spon the thread And were the weauer of thy wo Then art thou double happy to be dead As happely dispatched so If rage did causelesse cause thee to complayne And mad moode mouer of thy mone If frensy forced on thy testy braine Then blist is she to liue alone So whether were the ground of others grefe Because so doutfull was the dome Now death hath brought your payne a right relefe And blessed be ye both become She that she liues no longer bound to beate The rule of such a froward hed Thou that thou liuest no lenger faine to feare The restlesse ramp that thou hadst wed Be thou as glad therfore that thou art gone As she is glad she doth avide For so ye be a sonder all is one A badder match can not betide An epitaph of maister Henry williams FRom worldly wo the mede of misbelefe From ●●use of care that leadeth to lament From vaine delight the ground of greater grefe From feare for frendes from matter to repent From painefull pangs la●t sorowe that is sent From dred of death ●ith death doth set vs free With it the better pleased should we be This lothsome life where likyng we do finde Thencreaser of our crimes doth vs bereue Our blisse that alway ought to be in minde This wily world whiles here we breath aliue And flesh our fayned fo do stifly striue To flatter vs assuryng here the ioy Where we alas do finde but great annoy Untolde heapes though we haue of worldly wealth Though we possesse the sea and frutefull ground Strength beauty knowledge and vnharmed health Though at a wish all pleasure do abound It were but vaine no frendship can be found when death assalteth with his dredfull dart No raunsome can stay the home hastyng hart And sith thou cut the liues line in twaine Of Henry sonne to sir Iohn Williams knight whose manly hart and prowes none could staine Whose godly life to vertue was our light Whose worthy fame shall florish long by right Though in this life so cruell mightest thou be His spirite in heauen shall triumph ouer thee An other of the same STay gentle frend that passest by And learne the lore that leadeth all From whence we come with hast to hye To liue to dye and stand to fall And learne that strength and lusty age That wealth and want of worldly woe Can not withstand the mighty rage Of death our best vnwelcome foe For hopefull youth had hight me health My lust to last till time to dye And fortune found my vertue wealth But yet for all that here I lye Learne also this to ease thy minde when death on corps hath wrought his spite A time of triumph shalt thou finde with me to scorne him in delight For one day shall we mete againe Maugre deathes dart in life to dwell Then will I thanke thee for thy paine Now marke my wordes and fare thou well Against women either good or bad A Man may liue thrise Nestors life Thrise wander out Ulisses race Yet neuer finde Ulisses wife Such change hath chanced in this case Lesse age will serue than Paris had Small pein if none be small inough To finde good store of Helenes trade Such sap the rote doth yelde the bough