Whence comes my woe, as freely owne;—
Ah me! 'twas from a hearte lyke stone.

n.

The blushynge cheek speakes modest myndc,
The lipps befitting wordes moste kynde;
The eye does tempte to love's desyre,
And seems to say, 'tis Cupid's fire;
Yet all so faire, but speake my moane,
Syth noughte dothe saye the hearte of stone.

III.

Why thus, my love, so kynde bespeake

Sweet lyppe, sweet eye, sweet blushynge cheeke,

Yet not a hearte to save my paine ?—

O Venus! take thy giftes again;

Make not so faire to cause our moane,

Or make a hearte that's lyke our owne.

SONNET.

John Haryngton to sweete Isabella Markham.

Marvaylous be thie matchles gyftes of mynde,

And, for thie shape, Ewrithnia3 rightlie growen, Reckless of prayse, a prayse rare in thie kynde;

Great in desert, small in desyre well knowen; A mansion meete, where Chastitie doth dwell;

Rype in all good, of evell the seede unsowen: Endued with thewse that do the rest excell,

Temp'raunce hath wonne and Constancye doth

holde; Wisdome hath taughte that myldness mastreth might,

I am unskild the reste howe to unfolde: Let envious eyes deeme that by e'xact sight

Of bewtie, hewe, and partes of pryce untolde:— But yet I reede thye looke with reverent care; Each wighte is wise that, warned, can beware. .

John Haryngton to Isabella Markham, 1549

Question.

Alas! I love you overwell,

Myne owne sweete deere delygte!
Yet, for respects, I feare to tell

What moves my trobled spryghte:

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What workes my woe, what breedes my smarts,

What woundes myn harte and mynde; Reason restrayns me to emparte

Such perylls as I fynde.

.

ANSWER.
If present peryll reason fynde,

And hope for helpe doe haste:
Unfolde the secretts of yowr mynde,

Whyles hope of helpe may take:
And I will ease yowr payne and smarte,

As yf yt weare myne owne;
Respects and perylls put aparte,

And let the truthe be knowne.

•

QUESTIoN.

The wordes be sownde, the sownde ys sweete,

The sweete yeeldes bounty free;
Noe wyghte hathe worthe to yeelde meed meete

For grace of suche degree:
Now, sythe my playnte dothe pytie move,

Grawnt grace that I may taste
Suche joys as angells feele above,

That lovingly may last.

ANSWER.

I yeeld, with harte and wylling mynde,

To doe all yow desyre;
Doubtinge noe deale suche faythe to fynde

As suche truste dothe requier:

Now vow have wealthe at yowr owne will,
And lawe at yowr owne luste,

To make or mar, to save or spill ;-*-
Then be a Conquerour juste.

ANSWER.

Fyrste shall the sunne in darknes dwell,

The moone and starrs lacke lyghte,
Before in thoughte I doe rebell

Agaynste my lyves delyghte:
Tryed is my truste, knowne ys my truthe,

Yn tyme, my sweete, provyde,
Whitest bewtie florishe in thine yowthe,

And breathe in me abyde.

Jo. Har.

Verses written by the Lord Admiral Seymour, the week before he was beheaded, 1549.

f Orgetting God to love a Kynge.

Hath been my rod, or else nothy'nge

In this frail lyfe, being but a. blaste

Of care and strvfe, till yt be paste.

Yet God did call me in my pryde,

Leste I shulde fall, and from him slyde.

For whom he loves he rouste correcte,

That they may be of his electe.

Then Death haste thee, thou shalt me gaine

Immortallie with God to raigne!

Lord! sende the Kinge like years as Noye,4
In governinge this realme in joye;
And, after thys frayl lyfe, such grace,
That in thy blisse he maie find place.1

This aspiring man is said to have been an excellent master to those knights and gentry who served under him. In Sir John's notes to the nineteenth book of his translation of " Orlando Furioso," mention is made of a copy of verses underneath a picture of this nobleman, presented to Queen Elizabeth by John Harington, and hung in Somerset-House: these are here added, from a copy in his own hand-writing, dated 1567.

Upon the Lord Admiral Seymour's Picture.

Of person rare, stronge lymbes and manly shape,

By nature fram'd to serve on sea or lande; In friendshippe firme, in good state or ill happ,

In peace, headwise; in war, skill great, bolde hande. On horse, on foote, in peryl, or in playe, None coud excell, tho manie did assaie. A subjecte true to Kynge, a servante great, Friend to God's truth, and foe to Rome's deceat;

* Noah.