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

Of doutful loue.

AUisyng the bright beames of those fayre eyes, Where he abides that mine oft moi••tes and washeth: The weried mynde streight from the hart departeth, To rest within his worldly Paradise,

And bitter findes the swete, vnder his gise. What webbes there he hath wrought, well he perceaueth Whereby then with him self on loue he plaineth, That spurs with fire, and bridleth eke with yse. In such extremitie thus is he brought: Frosen now cold, and now he standes in flame: Twixt wo and wealth: betwixt earnest and game: With seldome glad, and many a diuers thought: In sore repentance of his hardinesse, Of such a roote lo cometh frute frutelesse.