Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
Wresteth here that quick could never rest
W resteth here that quick could never rest, | ||
Whose heavenly gifts encreased by disdain | ||
And virtue sank the deeper in his breast, | ||
Such profit he by envy could obtain. | ||
5 | A head where wisdom mysteries did frame, | |
Whose hammers beat still in that lively brain | ||
As on a stithy where that some work of fame | ||
Was daily wrought to turn to Britains gain. | ||
A visage stern and mild, where both did grow | ||
10 | Vice to contemn, in virtue to rejoice; | |
Amid great storms whom grace assured so | ||
To live upright and smile at fortunes choice. | ||
A hand that taught what might be said in rhyme, | ||
That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit; | ||
15 | A mark the which unparfited for time, | |
Some may approach but never none shall hit. | ||
A tongue that served in foreign realms his king; | ||
Whose courteous talk to virtue did enflame | ||
Each noble heart, a worthy guide to bring | ||
20 | Our English youth by travail unto fame. | |
An eye whose judgement none affect could blind, | ||
Friends to allure and foes to reconcile, | ||
Whose piercing look did represent a mind | ||
With virtue fraught, reposed, void of guile. | ||
25 | A heart where dread was never so impressed | |
To hide the thought that might the truth advance; | ||
In neither fortune loft nor yet repressed | ||
To swell in wealth or yield unto mischance. | ||
A valiant corps, where force and beauty met; | ||
30 | Happy, alas, too happy but for foes; | |
Lived and ran the race that nature set | ||
Of manhoods shape where she the mould did lose. | ||
But to the heavens that simple soul is fled, | ||
Which left with such as covet Christ to know | ||
35 | Witness of faith that never shall be dead, | |
Sent for our health but not received so. | ||
Thus, for our guilt this jewel have we lost. | ||
The earth his bones, the heavens possess his ghost. |
Robert Clark