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Love, that liveth and reigneth in my thought,
That built his seat within my captive breast;
Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.

— Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

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Death is a port whereby we pass to joy,
Life is a lake that drowneth all in payn.

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The dint of swords from kisses seemèd strange.

And thus I see among these pleasant things
Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs!

Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest:
Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain;
And virtue sank the deeper in his breast:
Such profit he by envy could obtain.

But by and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang, that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.

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