HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY
And when the seas wax calm again
To chase fro me annoy, My doubtful hope doth cause me plain j
So dread cuts off my joy. Thus is my wealth mingled with woe And of each thought a doubt doth grow; Now he comes' Will he come^ Alas' no, no.
��49 The Means to attain Happy Life
MARTIAL, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find' The richesse left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind,
The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance; Without disease, the healthful life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no delicate fare;
True wisdom join'd with simpleness; The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress.
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night: Contented with thme own estate
Ne wish for death, ne fear his might.
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