| Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (151747). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | A Warning to the Lover, how he is abused by his Love |
| | | TOO dearly had I bought my green and youthful years, | |
| If in mine age I could not find when craft for love appears. | |
| And seldom though I come in court among the rest, | |
| Yet can I judge in colours dim, as deep as can the best. | |
| Where grief torments the man that suffreth secret smart, | 5 |
| To break it forth unto some friend, it easeth well the heart. | |
| So stands it now with me, for, my beloved friend, | |
| This case is thine, for whom I feel such torment of my mind. | |
| And for thy sake I burn so in my secret breast, | |
| That till thou know my whole disease, my heart can have no rest, | 10 |
| I see how thine abuse hath wrested so thy wits, | |
| That all it yields to thy desire, and follows thee by fits. | |
| Where thou hast loved so long, with heart, and all thy power, | |
| I see thee fed with feigned words, thy freedom to devour: | |
| I know (though she say nay, and would it well withstand) | 15 |
| When in her grace thou held thee most, she bare thee but in hand. | |
| I see her pleasant chere in chiefest of thy suit; | |
| When thou art gone, I see him come that gathers up the fruit. | |
| And eke in thy respect, I see the base degree | |
| Of him to whom she gave the heart, that promised was to thee. | 20 |
| I see, (what would you more,) stood never man so sure | |
| On womans word, but wisdom would mistrust it to endure. | | | | |
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