Songes and sonettes, written by the right honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other

The louer sheweth that he was striken by loue on good friday.

IT was the day on which the sunne depriued of his light, To rew Christs death amid his course gaue place vnto y^• night When I amid mine ease did fall to such distemperate fits, That for the face that hath my hart I was bereft my wits. I had the bayte, the hooke and all, and wist not loues pretence, But farde as one that fearde none yll, nor forst for no defence. Thus dwelling in most quiet state, I fell into this plight, And that day gan my secret sighes, when all folke wept in sight. For loue that vewed me voide of care, approcht to take his pray, And stept by stelth from eye to hart, so open lay the way. And straight at eyes brake out in teares, so salt that did declare, By token of their bitter taste that they were forgde of care. Now vaunt thee loue which fleest a maid defenst w^t vertues rare, And wounded hast a wight vnwise, vnweaponed and vnware.