Poems by Henry Howard
London, hast thou Accused me
... emoan,But render unto the right wise LordThat so hath judged Babylon,Immortal praise with one accord ...
Love that doth Reign and Live within my Thought
... art apaceTaketh his flight, where he doth lurk and plainHis purpose lost, and dare not show his face ...
Of the Death of Sir T. W. The Elder
... vet Christ to knowWitness of faith that never shall be dead,Sent for our health, but not received so ...
The Soote Season, that Bud and Bloom forth Brings
... new repaired scale,The adder all her slough away she slings,The swift swallow pursueth the flyë ...
