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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408205" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Written By The Earl Of Surrey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">EACH beast can choose his fere according to his mind,<br>And eke can show a friendly chere, like to their beastly kind.<br>A lion saw I late, as white as any snow,<br>Which seemed well to lead the race, his port the same did show.<br>Upon the gentle beast to gaze it pleased me,<br>For still methought he seemed well of noble blood to be.<br>And as he pranced before, still seeking for a make,<br>As who would say, 'There is none here, I trow, will me forsake',<br>I might perceive a Wolf as white as whalèsbone,<br>A fairer beast of fresher hue, beheld I never none ;<br>Save that her looks were coy, and froward eke her grace :<br>Unto the which this gentle beast gan him advance apace,<br>And with a beck full low he bowed at her feet,<br>In humble wise, as who would say, 'I am too far unmeet.'<br>But such a scornful chere, wherewith she him rewarded !<br>Was never seen, I trow, the like, to such as well deserved.<br>With that she start aside well near a foot or twain,<br>And unto him thus gan she say, with spite and great disdain :<br>'Lion,' she said, 'if thou hadst known my mind before,<br>Thou hadst not spent thy travail thus, nor all thy pain for-lore.<br>Do way ! I let thee weet, thou shalt not play with me :<br>Go range about, where thou mayst find some meeter fere for thee.'<br>With that he beat his tail, his eyes began to flame ;<br>I might perceive his noble heart much moved by the same.<br>Yet saw I him refrain, and eke his wrath assuage,<br>And unto her thus gan he say, when he was past his rage :<br>' Cruel ! you do me wrong, to set me thus so light ;<br>Without desert for my good will to shew me such despite.<br>How can ye thus intreat a Lion of the race,<br>That with his paws a crowned king devoured in the place.2<br>Whose nature is to prey upon no simple food,<br>As long as he may suck the flesh, and drink of noble blood.<br>If you be fair and fresh, am I not of your hue ?3<br>And for my vaunt I dare well say, my blood is not untrue.<br>For you yourself have heard, it is not long ago,<br>Sith that for love one of the race did end his life in woe,<br>In tower both strong and high, for his assured truth,<br>Whereas in tears he spent his breath, alas ! the more the ruth.<br>This gentle beast so died, whom nothing could remove,<br>But willingly to lese his life for loss of his true love.4<br>Other there be whose lives do linger still in pain,<br>Against their will preserved are, that would have died fain.<br>But now I do perceive that nought it moveth you,<br>My good intent, my gentle heart, nor yet my kind so true.<br>But that your will is such to lure me to the trade,<br>As other some full many years trace by the craft ye made.<br>And thus behold my kinds, how that we differ far ;<br>I seek my foes ; and you your friends do threaten still with war.<br>I fawn where I am fled ; you slay, that seeks to you ;<br>I can devour no yielding prey ; you kill where you subdue.<br>My kind is to desire the honour of the field ;<br>And you with blood to slake your thirst on such as to you yield.<br>Wherefore I would you wist, that for your coyed looks,<br>I am no man that will be trapp'd, nor tangled with such hooks.<br>And though some lust to love, where blame full well they might ;<br>And to such beasts of current sought, that should have travail bright ;<br>I will observe the law that Nature gave to me,<br>To conquer such as will resist, and let the rest go free.<br>And as a falcon free, that soareth in the air,<br>Which never fed on hand nor lure ; nor for no stale 5 doth care ;<br>While that I live and breathe, such shall my custom be<br>In wildness of the woods to seek my prey, where pleaseth me ;<br>Where many one shall rue, that never made offence :<br>Thus your refuse against my power shall boot them no defence.<br>And for revenge thereof I vow and swear thereto,<br>A thousand spoils I shall commit I never thought to do.<br>And if to light on you my luck so good shall be,<br>I shall be glad to feed on that, that would have fed on me.<br>And thus farewell, Unkind, to whom I bent and bow ;<br>I would you wist, the ship is safe that bare his sails so low.<br>Sith that a Lion's heart is for a Wolf no prey,<br>With bloody mouth go slake your thirst on simple sheep, I say,<br>With more despite and ire than I can now express ;<br>Which to my pain, though I refrain, the cause you may well guess.<br>As for because myself was author of the game,<br>It boots me not that for my wrath I should disturb the same</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>
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And eke can show a friendly chere, like to their beastly kind.
A lion saw I late, as white as any snow,
Which seemed well to lead the race, his port the same did show.
Upon the gentle beast to ..."></div>
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