Tottel's Miscellany: Songs and Sonnets of Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, Sir Thomas Wyatt and Others (Penguin Classics)
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Songs and Sonnets (1557), the first printed anthology of English poetry, was immensely influential in Tudor England, and inspired major Elizabethan writers including Shakespeare. Collected by pioneering publisher Richard Tottel, it brought poems of the aristocracy - verses of friendship, war, politics, death and above all of love - into wide common readership for the first time. The major poets of Henry VIII's court, Sir Thomas Wyatt and Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, were first printed in the volume. Wyatt's intimate poem about lost love which begins 'They flee from me, that sometime did me seke', and Surrey's passionate sonnet 'Complaint of a lover rebuked' are joined in the miscellany by a large collection of diverse, intriguingly anonymous poems both moral and erotic, intimate and universal.
instead of ‘actes’ in line 90; Q1 reads ‘honor’ for ‘actes’ in line 89 and ‘lift them up’ for ‘bring them’ in line 90. 94 E reads ‘the mone was never’ for ‘sunne yet never was’. 108 E reads ‘sweter then for to inIoye eny othr in all’. 109 A challenge to a tranche of proverbs like Tilley T494, ‘Such as the tree is such the fruit’; S209, ‘He that sows good seed shall reap good corn’; ‘Good fruit of a good tree’, F777, etc. 111–12 ‘To nourish a viper in one’s bosom’ is proverbial; see Tilley
According to the Gospels, the sun went out for the last three hours of Christ’s agony on the Cross. 2 Q8 reads ‘&’ for ‘amid’. 7 AH reads ‘flight’ for ‘plight’, the Miscellany’s version seeming better. 13 Petrarch addresses the lady rather than Cupid. 228 [Not in Q1] Tetrameter couplets. The second longest poem in the Miscellany (after poem 154), exploring different perspectives on love in a fundamentally optimistic manner. A fine, simple poem (if a little prolix), with something of
charge mine eyes twain: 60 Like as my hart above the brink is fraughted full of pain. And forbecause, thereto, that those faire eyes to treate Do me provoke: I will returne, my plaint thus to repeate. For, there is nothing els, so toucheth me within: Where they rule all: and I alone nought but the case, or skin. Wherefore, I shall returne to them, as well, or spring: From whom descendes my mortall wo, above all other thing. So shall mine eyes in pain accompany my hart, That were the
70 If thy better hath her love besought her: Avaunce his cause, and he shall helpe thy nede. It is but love, turne thou it to a laughter. But ware I say, so gold thee helpe and spede: That in this case thou be not so unwise, As Pandar was in such a like dede. For he the fole of conscience was so nice: That he no gaine would have for all his paine. Be next thy selfe for frendshyp beares no price. Laughest thou at me, why? do I speake in vaine? 80 No not at thee, but at thy thrifty jest.
right, Glory to thee for aye. Amen. 235. The wise trade of lyfe. Do all your dedes by good advise, Cast in your minde alwaies the end. Wit bought is of to dere a price. The tried, trust, and take as frend, For frendes I finde there be but two: Of countenance, and of effect. Of thone sort there are inow: But few ben of the tother sect. Beware also the venym swete 10 Of crafty wordes and flattery. For to deceive they be most mete, That best can play hypocrisy. Let wisdome rule