Windsor Memories

When Windesor walles sustained my wearied arme,
My hand, my chyn, to ease my restles hedd,
Ech pleasaunt plot revested green with warm,
The blossomed bowes, with lustie veare yspred,
The flowred meades, the weddyd birdes so late,
Myne eyes discouered. Than did to mynd resort
The ioily woes, the hateles shorte debate,
The rakhell life, that longes to loves disporte.
Wherwith, alas! myne hevy charge of care,
Heapt in my brest, brake forth against my will;
And smoky sighes, that over cast the ayer;
My vapored eyes such drery teares distill,
The tender spring to quicken wher thei fall;
And I have bent to throwe me downe with all.