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Green Groweth the Holly

    GREEN groweth the holly,
    So doth the ivy.
    Though winter blasts blow never so high,
    Green groweth the holly.

    As the holly groweth green,
    And never changeth hue,
    So I am, ever hath been,
    Unto my lady true.

    As the holly groweth green
    With ivy all alone
    When flowers cannot be seen
    And greenwood leaves be gone,

    Now unto my lady,
    Promise to her I make
    From all other only
    To her I me betake.

    Adieu, mine own lady,
    Adieu, my special,
    Who hath my heart truly,
    Be sure and ever shall.

    Green groweth the holly,
    So doth the ivy.
    Though winter blasts blow never so high,
    Green groweth the holly.

    Henry Tudor, King Henry VIII

Pastime With Good Company

    PASTIME with good company
    I love and shall unto I die;
    Grudge who list, but none deny,
    So God be pleased thus live will I.
         For my pastance
         Hunt, song, and dance.
              My heart is set:
         All goodly sport
         For my comfort,
              Who shall me let?

    Youth must have some dalliance,
    Of good or illé some pastance;
    Company methinks then best
    All thoughts and fancies to dejest:
          For idleness
         Is chief mistress
              Of vices all.
         Then who can say
         But mirth and play
              Is best of all?

    Company with honesty
    Is virtue vices to flee:
    Company is good and ill
    But every man hath his free will.
         The best ensue,
         The worst eschew,
              My mind shall be:
         Virtue to use,
         Vice to refuse,
              Shall I use me.

    Henry Tudor, King Henry VIII

Though that men do call it dotage

    THOUGH that men do call it dotage,
    Who loveth not wanteth courage;

    And whosoever may love get,
    From Venus sure he must it fet,

    Or else from her which is her heir,
    And she to him must seem most fair.

    With eye and mind doth both agree.
    There is no boot: there must it be.

    The eye doth look and represent,
    But mind afformeth with full consent.

    Thus am I fixed without grudge:
    Mine eye with heart doth me so judge.

    Love maintaineth all noble courage.
    Who love disdaineth is all of the village:

    Such lovers—though they take pain—
    It were pity they should obtain,

    For often times where they do sue
    They hinder lovers that would be true.

    For whoso loveth should love but once.
    Change whoso will, I will be none.

    Henry Tudor, King Henry VIII

Without Discord

    WITHOUT discord
    And both accord
    Now let us be;
    Both hearts alone
    To set in one
    Best seemeth me.
    For when one soul
    Is in the dole
    Of lovë's pain,
    Then help must have
    Himself to save
    And love to obtain.

    Wherefore now we
    That lovers be,
    Let us now pray,
    Once love sure
    For to procure
    Without denay.
    Where love so sues
    There no heart rues,
    But condescend;
    If contrary,
    What remedy?
    God it amend.

    Henry Tudor, King Henry VIII


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