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Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517–47).  The Poetical Works.  1880.
 
Songs and Sonnets
Bonum est mihi quod humiliasti me
 
THE STORMS are past; the clouds are overblown;
And humble chere great rigour hath represt.
For the default is set a pain foreknown;
And patience graft in a determined breast.
And in the heart, where heaps of griefs were grown,        5
The sweet revenge hath planted mirth and rest.
No company so pleasant as mine own.
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Thraldom at large hath made this prison free.
Danger well past, remembered, works delight.
Of ling’ring doubts such hope is sprung, pardie!        10
That nought I find displeasant in my sight,
But when my glass presented unto me
The cureless wound that bleedeth day and night.
To think, alas! such hap should granted be
Unto a wretch, that hath no heart to fight,        15
To spill that blood, that hath so oft been shed,
For Britain’s sake, alas! and now is dead!
 
 
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