Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517–47). The Poetical Works. 1880.
Songs and SonnetsThe Lover describeth his restless State
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The sovereign beauty that me bound;
The nigher my comfort is to me,
Alas! the fresher is my wound.
And running streams consume by rain;
So doth the sight that I desire
Appease my grief, and deadly pain.
And thinks to play her in the fire;
That found her woe, and sought her game
Where grief did grow by her desire.
Whose beauty made my mortal wound;
I little thought within their beams
So sweet a venom to have found.
Blind Cupid did me whip and guide;
Force made me take my grief in worth;
My fruitless hope my harm did hide;
Whose sharp repulse none can resist;
And eke the spur that strains each wit
To run the race against his list.
Against the rocks to roar and cry;
So doth my heart full oft rebound
Against my breast full bitterly.
With labour lost I frame my suit;
The fault is her’s, the loss is mine:
Of ill sown seed, such is the fruit.
As he that bears flame in his breast,
Forgets for pain to cast away
The thing that breedeth his unrest.