Quote#Hope
With silver drops the mead yet spread for ruth
Quote byHenry Howard, Earl of Surrey · 1516–1547
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Prisoned in Windsor, He Recounteth his Pleasure there Passed, Line 21.
English (original)
With silver drops the mead yet spread for ruth, In active games of nimbleness and strength, Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth, Our tender limbs that yet shot up in length. The secret groves, which oft we made resound Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies' praise; Recording oft what grace each one had found, What hope of speed, what dread of long delays.
— Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
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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.
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.
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her make hath told her tale; Summer is come, for every spray now springs.
And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs!
Then think I thus: "Sith such repair, So long time war of valiant men, Was all to win a lady fair, Shall I not learn to suffer then? And think my life well spent to be, Serving a worthier wight than she?"