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• An Epitaph

  O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see
  How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;
  The end of joy and all prosperitee …

  Stephen Hawes

• Forget not yet

  Forget not yet the tried intent
  Of such a truth as I have meant;
  My great travail so gladly spent, …

  Sir Thomas Wyatt

• The Appeal

  And wilt thou leave me thus!
  Say nay, say nay, for shame!
  —To save thee from the blame …

  Sir Thomas Wyatt

• A Revocation

  What should I say?
  —Since Faith is dead,
  And Truth away …

  Sir Thomas Wyatt

• Vixi Puellis Nuper Idoneus...

  They flee from me that sometime did me seek,
  With naked foot stalking within my chamber:
  Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek, …

  Sir Thomas Wyatt

• To His Lute

  My lute, awake! perform the last
  Labour that thou and I shall waste,
  And end that I have now begun; …

  Sir Thomas Wyatt

• Description of Spring

  The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
  With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale:
  The nightingale with feathers new she sings; …

  Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

• Complaint of the Absence of Her Loverbeing upon the Sea

  O HAPPY dames! that may embrace
  The fruit of your delight,
  Help to bewail the woful case …

  Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

• The Means to attain Happy Life

  Martial, the things that do attain
  The happy life be these, I find:—
  The richesse left, not got with pain; …

  Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

• A True Love

  What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see,
  What dear delight the blooms to bees, my true love is to me!
  As fresh and lusty Ver foul Winter doth exceed— …

  Nicholas Grimald

• A Bequest of His Heart

  Hence, heart, with her that must depart,
  And hald thee with thy soverane!
  For I had liever want ane heart, …

  Alexander Scott

• A Rondel of Love

  Lo, quhat it is to love
  Learn ye that list to prove,
  By me, I say, that no ways may …

  Alexander Scott

• In Youth is Pleasure

  In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,
  The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,
  I dreamèd fast of mirth and play: …

  Robert Wever

• Amantium Irae

  In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept,
  I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept;
  She sighèd sore and sang full sweet, to bring the babe to rest, …

  Richard Edwardes

• A Lover's Lullaby

  Sing lullaby, as women do,
  Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
  And lullaby can I sing too, …

  George Gascoigne

• The Night is Near Gone

  Hey! now the day dawis;
  The jolly cock crawis;
  Now shroudis the shawis …

  Alexander Montgomerie

• Jolly Good Ale and Old

  I CANNOT eat but little meat,
  My stomach is not good;
  But sure I think that I can drink …

  William Stevenson

• When Flora had O'erfret the Firth

  Quhen Flora had o'erfret the firth
  In May of every moneth queen;
  Quhen merle and mavis singis with mirth …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• Lusty May

  O LUSTY May, with Flora queen!
  The balmy dropis from Phoebus sheen
  Preluciand beams before the day: …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

• My Heart is High Above

  My heart is high above, my body is full of bliss,
  For I am set in luve as well as I would wiss
  I luve my lady pure and she luvis me again, …

  Anonymous (1500-1599)

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