Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey - When Each Thing, Save The Lover In Spring, Reviveth To Pleasure. lyrics

WHEN Windsor walls sustain'd my wearied arm ; My hand my chin, to ease my restless head ; The pleasant plot revested green with warm ; The blossom'd boughs, with lusty Ver1 y-spread ; The flower'd meads, the wedded birds so late Mine eyes discover ; and to my mind resort The jolly woes, the hateless, short debate, The rakehell 2 life, that 'longs to love's disport. Wherewith, alas! the heavy charge of care Heap'd in my breast breaks forth, against my will In smoky sighs, that overcast the air. My vapour'd eyes such dreary tears distil, The tender spring which quicken where they fall ; And I half bend to throw me down withal.