Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest: Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain; And virtue sank the deeper in his breast: Such profit he … - Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

Then think I thus: "Sith such repair,
So long time war of valiant men,
Was all to win a lady fair,
Shall I not learn to suffer then?
And think my life well spent to be,
Serving a worthier wight than she?"

And thus I see among these pleasant things
Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs!

When raging love with extreme pain
Most cruelly distrains my heart;
When that my tears, as floods of rain,
Bear witness of my woful smart;
When sighs have wasted so my breath
That I lie at the point of death:
I call to mind the navy great
That the Greeks brought to Troyè town:
And how the boisterous winds did beat
Their ships, and rent their sails adown;
Till Agamemnon's daughter's blood
Appeased the gods that them withstood.