<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Praise of His Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give place, ye lovers, here before<br>That spent your boasts and brags in vain;<br>My lady's beauty passeth more<br>The best of yours, I dare well sayn,<br>Than doth the sun the candle-light,<br>Or brightest day the darkest night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thereto hath a troth as just<br>As had Penelope the fair;<br>For what she saith, ye may it trust,<br>As it by writing sealed were;<br>And virtues hath she many mo<br>Than I with pen have skill to show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could rehearse, if that I wold,<br>The whole effect of Nature's plaint,<br>When she had lost the perfit mould,<br>The like to whom she could not paint;<br>With wringing hands, how she did cry,<br>And what she said, I know it, I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know she swore with raging mind,<br>Her kingdom only set apart,<br>There was no loss by law of kind,<br>That could have gone so near her heart;<br>And this was chiefly all her pain;<br>She could not make the like again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sith Nature thus gave her the praise,<br>To be the chiefest work she wrought;<br>In faith, methink, some better ways<br>On your behalf might well be sought,<br>Than to compare, as ye have done,<br>To match the candle with the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Howard">Henry Howard</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408203" data-title="A Praise of His Love de Henry Howard" data-description="Give place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours, I dare well sayn, Than doth the sun the candle-light, Or brightest day the darkest night. And thereto hath a troth as ju..."></div> </div> </div>

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