Henry Constable

Poems (3)

• Damelus' Song to Diaphenia

  Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly, / White as the sun, fair as the lily, …

• My lady's presence makes the roses red

  My lady's presence makes the roses red, / Because to see her lips they blush for shame. …

• On the Death of Sir Philip Sidney

  Give pardon, blessèd soul, to my bold cries, / If they, importune, interrupt thy song, …