Quote#Politics & Power
London! hast thou accused me
Quote byHenry Howard, Earl of Surrey · 1516–1547
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "A Satire Against the Citizens of London", line 1.
English (original)
London! hast thou accused me Of breach of laws? the root of strife! Within whose breast did boil to see, So fervent hot, thy dissolute life.
— 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.
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.
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.
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?"