Poems found: 74
THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES
HOW HAS GOD MADE HER GOOD TO SEE
OF DARTS FROM LATTICE SHOT BEWARE
THE SUMMER'S HARBINGERS ARE HERE
LOOKING TOWARDS THE LAND OF FRANCE
SPRING; WRITTEN WHILE A PRISONER IN ENGLAND
LAS MERCY WHER SHAL MYN HERT YOW FYND
BEWAR Y REDE YOU LOKE HERE NOT VPON
HONURE AND PRAYS AS MOT TO HIM HABOUND
I PUT MY SELF UNTO YOURE MERCY LO
ME THINK THOU ART UNKIND AS IN THIS CASE
MORE THEN THE DETH NYS THYNG UNTO ME LEEF
MY HERTLY LOVE IS IN YOUR GOVERNAUNS
MYN HERT HATH SENS GLAD HOPE IN HYS MESSAGE
NE WERE MY TREWE INNOCENT HERT
O THOU FORTUNE WHICH HAST THE GOUERNANCE
OF FORTUNE DOST THOU MY DETH CONSPYRE
SO FAYRE SO FRESHE WSO GOODELEY ON TO SE
SECUND DAY OF FAYRE FRESSHE LUSTY MAY
TO LONGE FOR SHAME AND ALL TO LONGE TREWLY
TO THE ALLONLY THYS COMPLEYNT I MAKE
WHAN FRESSHE PHEBUS DAY OF SEYNT VALENTYN
WHAN SHAL THOW COME GLAD HOPE FRO THE VYAGE
WHAT CAUSETH THE TO BE MYN ADERARIE
WHEN Y REVOLUE IN MY REMEMBRAUNCE
YE SHUL BE PAYD AFTER YOUR WHYLFULNES
LE TEMPS A LAISSE SON MANTEAU ...'
LAS! MORT QUI T'A FAIT SI HARDIE
WHOLE TREASURE OF ALL WORLDLY BLISS