Rue
How eche thing save the lover in spring reviveth to pleasure by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
chosen by Devon
When Windsor walles susteyned my wearied arme,
My hand my chin, to ease my restles hed:
Yet pleasant plots revested green with warme,
The blossomd bowes with lusty Ver yspred,
The flowred meads, the wedded birdes so late
Mine eyes discover: and to my minde resorte
The joly woes, the hatelesse shorte debate,
The rakehell life that longes to love disporte.
Wherewith (alas) the heavy charge of care
Heapt in my brest breakes forth against my will,
In smoky sighes, that overcast the ayre.
My vapored eyes suche drery teares distill,
The tender spring which quicken where they fall,
And I halfbent to throw me down withal.
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