WRAPT in my careless cloak, as I walk to and fro, I see how love can shew what force there reigneth in his bow : And how he shooteth eke a hardy heart to wound ; And where he glanc…
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey KG was an English aristocrat, and one of the founders of English Renaissance poetry. Life He was the eldest son of Thomas Howard, 3rd Duke of Norfolk, and his second wife, the former Lady Elizabeth Stafford (daughter of Edward Stafford, 3rd Duke of Buckingham), so he was descended from kings on both sides of his family tree. He was reared at Windsor with Henry VIII's illegitimate son Henry FitzRoy, 1st Duke of Richmond and Somerset, and they became close friends and, later, brothers-in-law. He became Earl of Surrey in 1524 when his grandfather died and his father became Duke of Norfolk. In 1532 he accompanied his first cousin Anne Boleyn, the King, and the Duke of Richmond to France, staying there for more than a year as a member of the entourage of Francis I of France. In 1536 his first son, Thomas (later 4th Duke of Norfolk), was born, Anne Boleyn was executed on charges of adultery and treason, and the Duke of Richmond died at the age of 17 and was buried at one of the Howard homes, Thetford Abbey. In 1536 Surrey also served with his father against the Pilgrimage of Grace rebellion protesting the Dissolution of the Monasteries. Literary activity and legacy He and his friend Sir Thomas Wyatt were the first English poets to write in the sonnet form that Shakespeare later used, and Surrey was the first English poet to publish blank verse in his translation of the second and fourth books of Virgil's Aeneid. Together, Wyatt and Surrey, due to their excellent translations of Petrarch's sonnets, are known as "Fathers of the English Sonnet". While Wyatt introduced the sonnet into English, it was Surrey who gave them the rhyming meter and the division into quatrains that now characterizes the sonnets variously named English, Elizabethan or Shakespearean sonnets. Death and burial Henry VIII, consumed by paranoia and increasingly ill, became convinced that Surrey had planned to usurp the crown from his son Edward. The King had Surrey imprisoned - with his father - sentenced to death on 13 January 1547, and beheaded for treason on 19 January 1547 (his father survived impending execution only by it being set for the day after the king happened to die, though he remained imprisoned). Surrey's son Thomas became heir to the Dukedom of Norfolk instead, inheriting it on the 3rd Duke's death in 1554. He is buried in a spectacular painted alabaster tomb in the church of St Michael the Archangel, Framlingham. Marriage and issue He married Lady Frances de Vere, the daughter of John de Vere, 15th Earl of Oxford and the former Elizabeth Trussell. They had five children: Lady Jane Howard, married Charles Neville, 6th Earl of Westmorland Thomas Howard, 4th Duke of Norfolk (10 March 1536 – 2 June 1572) married (1) Mary FitzAlan (2) Margaret Audley (3) Elizabeth Leyburne Lady Margaret Howard, married Henry Scrope, 9th Baron Scrope of Bolton Henry Howard, 1st Earl of Northampton Lady Catherine Howard, married Henry Berkeley, 7th Baron Berkeley)
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SINCE fortune's wrath envieth the wealth Wherein I reigned, by the sight Of that, that fed mine eyes by stealth With sour, sweet, dread, and delight ;…
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 br…
GIRT in my guiltless gown, as I sit here and sow, I see that things are not in deed, as to the outward show. And who so list to look and note things somewhat near, Shall find where…
NORFOLK sprung thee, Lambeth holds thee dead ; Clere, of the Count of Cleremont, though hight Within the womb of Ormond's race thou bred, And saw'st thy cousin crowned in thy sight…
Give place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours, I dare well sayn,…
London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, So fervent hot, thy dissolute life,…
EACH beast can choose his fere according to his mind, 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 l…
SET me whereas the sun doth parch the green Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice ; In temperate heat, where he is felt and seen ; In presence prest1 of people, mad, or wise ;…
Brittle beauty that nature made so frail, Whereof the gift is small, and short the season, Flowering today, tomorrow apt to fail, Tickle…
BOOK II They whisted all, with fixed face attent, When Prince AEneas from the royal seat…
IN winter's just return, when Boreas gan his reign, And every tree unclothed fast, as nature taught them plain : In misty morning dark, as sheep are then in hold, I hied me fast, i…
WHEN Summer took in hand the winter to assail, With force of might, and virtue great, his stormy blasts to quail : And when he clothed fair the earth about with green, And every tr…
O HAPPY dames! that may embrace The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case And eke the heavy plight…
WHEN youth had led me half the race That Cupid's scourge had made me run ; I looked back to mete the place From whence my weary course begun.…
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