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Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (Генри Говард, граф Сарри)


A Praise of His Love


Give place, ye lovers, here before
That spent your boasts and brags in vain;
My lady's beauty passeth more
The best of yours, I dare well sayn,
Than doth the sun the candle-light,
Or brightest day the darkest night.

And thereto hath a troth as just
As had Penelope the fair;
For what she saith, ye may it trust,
As it by writing sealed were;
And virtues hath she many mo
Than I with pen have skill to show.

I could rehearse, if that I wold,
The whole effect of Nature's plaint,
When she had lost the perfit mould,
The like to whom she could not paint;
With wringing hands, how she did cry,
And what she said, I know it, I.

I know she swore with raging mind,
Her kingdom only set apart,
There was no loss by law of kind,
That could have gone so near her heart;
And this was chiefly all her pain;
She could not make the like again.

Sith Nature thus gave her the praise,
To be the chiefest work she wrought;
In faith, methink, some better ways
On your behalf might well be sought,
Than to compare, as ye have done,
To match the candle with the sun. 



Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey's other poems:
  1. Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before
  2. Of The Death of Sir T.W. the Elder
  3. Brittle Beauty
  4. A Vow to Love Faithfully, Howsoever He Be Rewarded
  5. An Answer in the Behalf of a Woman


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