Henry Constable

As the birds do love the spring, Or the bees their careful king.

I do love thee as my lambs Are belovėd of their dams.

Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly.

I did not know that thou wert dead before; I did not feel the grief I did sustain; The greater stroke astonisheth the more; Astonishment takes from us sense of pain; I stood amazed when others' tears begun, And now begin to weep when they …