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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lady Surrey's Lament for Her Absent Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile,<br>Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me a while,<br>And such as by their lords do set but little price,<br>Let them sit still: it skills them not what chance come on the dice.<br>But ye whom Love hath bound by order of desire<br>To love your lords, whose good deserts none other would require:<br>Come you yet once again, and set your foot by mine,<br>Whose woeful plight and sorrows great no tongue may well define.<br>My love and lord, alas, in whom consists my wealth,<br>Hath fortune sent to pass the seas in hazard of his health.<br>That I was wont for to embrace, contented mind's,<br>Is now amid the foaming floods at pleasure of the winds.<br>There God him well preserve, and safely me him send,<br>Without which hope, my life alas were shortly at an end.<br>Whose absence yet, although my hope doth tell me plain,<br>With short return he comes anon, yet ceaseth not my pain.<br>The fearful dreams I have, oft times they grieve me so,<br>That then I wake and stand in doubt, if they be true, or no.<br>Sometime the roaring seas, me seems, they grow so high,<br>That my sweet lord in danger great, alas, doth often lie.<br>Another time the same doth tell me, he is come;<br>And playing, where I shall him find with T., his little son.<br>So forth I go apace to see that liefsome sight,<br>And with a kiss me thinks I say: &quot;Now welcome home, my knight;<br>Welcome my sweet, alas, the stay of my welfare;<br>Thy presence bringeth forth a truce betwixt me and my care.&quot;<br>Then lively doth he look, and salveth me again,<br>And saith: &quot;My dear, how is it now that you have all this pain?&quot;<br>Wherewith the heavy cares that heap'd are in my breast,<br>Break forth, and me dischargeth clean of all my huge unrest.<br>But when I me awake and find it but a dream,<br>The anguish of my former woe beginneth more extreme,<br>And me tormenteth so, that uneath may I find<br>Some hidden where, to steal the grief of my unquiet mind.<br>Thus every way you see with absence how I burn;<br>And for my wound no cure there is but hope of good return;<br>Save when I feel, by sour how sweet is felt the more,<br>It doth abate some of my pains that I abode before.<br>And then unto myself I say: &quot;When that we two shall meet,<br>But little time shall seem this pain, that joy shall be so sweet.&quot;<br>Ye winds, I you convert in chiefest of your rage,<br>That you my lord me safely send, my sorrows to assuage;<br>And that I may not long abide in such excess,<br>Do your good will to cure a wight that liveth in distress.</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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Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me a while,
And such as by their lords do set but little price,
Let them sit still: it skills them not what chance come on the dice.
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