HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY

Wherewith I wake with his return

Whose absent flame did make me burn :

But when I find the lack, Lord ! how I mourn !

When other lovers in arms across

Rejoice their chief delight, Drowned in tears, to mourn my loss

I stand the bitter night In my window where I may see Before the winds how the clouds flee : Lo ! what a mariner love hath made me !

And in green waves when the salt flood

Doth rise by rage of wind, A thousand fancies in that mood

Assail my restless mind. Alas ! now drencheth my sweet foe, That with the spoil of my heart did go, And left me ; but alas 1 why did he so ?

And when the seas wax calm again

To chase fro me annoy, My doubtful hope doth cause me plain ;

So dread cuts off my joy. Thus is my wealth mingled with woe And of each thought a doubt doth grow ; Now he comes ! Will he come ? Alas ! no, no.

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��47. The Means to attain Happy Life

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

The fruitful ground, the quiet mind ; 40, drencheth] i.e. is drenched or drowned.

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