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who there can now be little doubt was lady Elizabeth . Fitzgerald, second daughter of the earl of Kildare (See Royal and Noble Authors). This lady, it should be added, became the third wife of Edward Clinton, earl of Lincoln 5 and Surrey married Frances, daughter of the earl of Oxford, by whom he had several children. Surrey's poems were first printed by Tottel, in 1557. sm. 4to. with the following title: "Songes and Sonettes, written "by the right honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle "of Surrey, and other." The text of this has been preferred in the present extracts. Successive editions, somewhat altered and enlarged, though, for the most part, less correct, appeared in 1565, 1567, 1569, 1574, 1585, 1587; and lastly in 1717. His translation of Virgil's second and fourth books into English blank verse, said to be equally elegant and faithful, was published in 1557. This very rare and curious work has been reprinted from a copy preserved in -Dulwich college library, and, it is hoped, will soon be given to the public. For a more particular account of this accomplished man, see Walpole's Royal and Noble Authors, or Warton's History of Poetry.
Description and praise of Ms love, Geraldine.
X ROM Tuscane came my lady's worthy race;
Fair Florence was, sometime, her ancient seat; The westewi isle, whose pleasant shore doth face
Wild Camber's cliffs, first gave her * lively heat. Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast;
Her sire, an earl; her dame, of princes' blood: * So ed. I.—Ed 1567, " did give her."
From tender years, in Britain did she * rest,
Honsdon did first present her to mine ey'n;
Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine,
Her beauty of kind; her virtues from above;
Happy is he that can obtain her love.
Prisoner 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 king's son my childish years did pass
In greater feasts 3 than Priam's sons of Troy:
Where each sweet place returns a taste full sower ! * The large green courts, where we were wont to hove, *
With eyes cast up into the maiden's tower,
The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue,
• So ed, I.—Ed. 1567, "she doth." »Socd. 1567.—
Ed. I. " With a king's child, who tasteth ghostly food." 3 So ed. 1.—Ed. 1567,"feast." 4Sour. 5Hover, loiter
With words and looks that tigers could but rue;
The palm-play,* where, despoiled for the game, 2
Have miss'd the ball, and got sight of our dame;
The gravel ground, with sleeves tied on the helm, s
Where we have fought, and chased oft with darts.'
The secret groves, which oft we made resound
Recording oft what grace each one had found,
The wild forest, the clothed holts with green,
With cry of hounds, and merry blasts between,
'Socd. I.—Ed. 1567, " plain play." Probably a misprint.
a Rendered unable to play. 3 Tempt, catch.
4 So ed. I.—Ed 1567, " keeps." 5 At tournaments
they fixed the sleeve of their mistresses on some part of their armour. 'Looks. 'Reins dropped.
* Chasse d forcer, Fr. is the chase in which the game is
The wide vales, eke, that harbour'd us each night,
The sweet accord, such sleeps as yet delight,
The secret thoughts imparted with such trust,
The friendship sworn, each promise kept so just,
O place of bliss, renewer of my woes!
Give me account where is my noble fere,1 Whom in thy walls thou dost each night enclose,
To other leefe,' but unto me most dear!
The means to attain happy life.
Martial, the things that do attain
The riches left, not got with pain;
run down, in opposition to the chasse a tircr, in which it it shot. * Ed. 1567, "night." * Companion.
• Dear to others, to all.
The egall* friend; no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule nor governance;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet; no delicate fare;
True wisdom join'd with simpleness;
Where wine the wit may not oppress;
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night:
Ne wish for Death, ne fear his might.
A praise of his love, wherein he reproveth them that compare their ladies with his.
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 sayne,
Than doth the sun the candle light,
Or brightest day the darkest night:
* Equal. • So ed. I.—Ed. 1567, "Content
"thyself with thine estate."