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Henry Howard - Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace
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Alas! so all things now do hold their peace,
     Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing.
     The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease,
     The night{:e}s chare the stars about doth bring.
     Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less:
     So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring,
     Bringing before my face the great increase
     Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing
     In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease.
   For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring,
   But by and by the cause of my disease
   Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,
   When that I think what grief it is again
   To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.
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