English Poems

ifles that I set no store ; But 'scaped forth thence since, liberty is lever. Therefore, farewell ! go trouble younger hearts, And in me claim no more authority. With idle youth go use thy property, And thereon spend thy many brittle darts ; For hitherto though I have lost my time, Me list no longer rotten boughs to climb. A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD A Face that should content me wondrous well, Should not be fair, but lovely to behold, Of lively look, all grief for to repell, With right good grace, so would I that it should Speak without word, such words as none can tell ; The tress also should be of crisped gold. With wit and these perchance I might be tied, And knit again with knot that should not slide. HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY 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 ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs, The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he slings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale ; The adder all her slough away she slings ; The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale ; The busy bee her honey now she mings ; Winter is worn that was the flowers' bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays, and yet my sorrow ... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.