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Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517–47).  The Poetical Works.  1880.
 
Songs and Sonnets
Prisoned in Windsor, he recounteth his Pleasure there passed
 
SO cruel prison how could betide, alas,
As proud Windsor, where I in lust and joy,
With a Kinges son, my childish years did pass,
In greater feast than Priam’s sons of Troy.
Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour.        5
The large green courts, where we were wont to hove, 1
With eyes cast up into the Maiden’s tower,
And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love.
The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue.
The dances short, long tales of great delight;        10
With words and looks, that tigers could but rue;
Where each of us did plead the other’s right.
The palme-play, 2 where, despoiled for the game,
With dazed eyes oft we by gleams of love
Have miss’d the ball, and got sight of our dame,        15
To bait her eyes, which kept the leads above.
The gravel’d ground, with sleeves tied on the helm,
On foaming horse, with swords and friendly hearts;
With chere, as though one should another whelm,
Where we have fought, and chased oft with darts.        20
With silver drops the mead yet spread for ruth,
In active games of nimbleness and strength,
Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth,
Our tender limbs, that yet shot up in length.
The secret groves, which oft we made resound        25
Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies’ praise;
Recording oft what grace each one had found,
What hope of speed, what dread of long delays.
The wild forest, the clothed holts with green;
With reins availed, and swift y-breathed horse,        30
With cry of hounds, and merry blasts between,
Where we did chase the fearful hart of force.
The void vales 3 eke, that harbour’d us each night:
Wherewith, alas! reviveth in my breast
The sweet accord, such sleeps as yet delight;        35
The pleasant dreams, the quiet bed of rest;
The secret thoughts, imparted with such trust;
The wanton talk, the divers change of play;
The friendship sworn, each promise kept so just,
Wherewith we past the winter night away.        40
And with this thought the blood forsakes the face;
The tears berain 4 my cheeks of deadly hue:
The which, as soon as sobbing sighs, alas!
Up-supped have, thus I my plaint renew:
‘O place of bliss! renewer of my woes!        45
Give me account, where is my noble fere? 5
Whom in thy walls thou dost each night enclose;
To other 6 lief; but unto me most dear.’
Echo, alas! that doth my sorrow rue,
Returns thereto a hollow sound of plaint.        50
Thus I alone, where all my freedom grew,
In prison pine, with bondage and restraint:
And with remembrance of the greater grief,
To banish the less, I find my chief relief.
 
Note 1. Hover. [back]
Note 2. Tennis-court. [back]
Note 3. According to Dr. Nott, this line in the Harrington MS. reads thus,
The void walls eke, that harbour’d us each night.
 [back]
Note 4. Bedew, as with rain. [back]
Note 5. Companion. [back]
Note 6. Endeared. [back]
 
 
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