POETRY of The Tudors
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 Poetry of The Tudors
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| | And will you leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame. To save you from the blame of all my grief and grame And will you leave me so? Say no, say no. And will you leave me thus? And have no more pity of he that loves thee? Alas your cruelty. And will you leave me thus? Say no, say no [season 1 episode 3) |
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 | Would God thou knewest the depth of my desire! Then might I wish though nought I can deserve, Some drops of grace to slake my scalding fire [seaon 2 episode 2] This is actually a poem written by Sir Walter Raleigh called "A poem put into Lady Laiton's pocket. |
| | Lady, farewell, whom I in silence serve! Would God thou knewest the depth of my desire! Then might I wish though nought I can deserve, Some drops of grace to slake my scalding fire; But sith to live alone I have decreed, I'll spare to speak, that I may spare to speed!" |
 | If thou wilt mighty be, flee from the rage Of cruel will and see thou keep free From the yoke of sensual bondage [season 2 episode 8] |
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  | These bloody days have broken my heart my lust, my youth did then depart For your wit alone, many men would bemoan, And since it is true, many still cry aloud [season 2 episode 9] Thomas Wyatt - Circa Regnat Tonat - "Around the Throne the thunder rolls" - written in the Tower as he witnessed the executions of the innocent men, William Brereton, George Boleyn, Mark Smeaton, Henry Norris & Francis Weston who were accused along with Anne Boleyn |
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 Francis Bryan to Ursula Misseldon | Here is the real Danaë she would kindle your lust even higher with a touch, one mere touch of her body and your limbs melt in the fire [season 3 episode 1] |
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| | "I might perceive a Wolf as white as whalèsbone, A fairer beast of fresher hue, beheld I never none ; Save that her looks were coy, and froward eke her grace : Unto the which this gentle beast gan him advance apace, And with a beck full low he bowed at her feet, In humble wise, as who would say, 'I am too far unmeet.' But such a scornful chere, wherewith she him rewarded ! Was never seen .... Sith that a Lion's heart is for a Wolf no prey, With bloody mouth go slake your thirst on simple sheep, I say," ~ Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (the lion) from a poem 'A lady that refused to dance with him" about Anne Stanhope (the wolf). For more of the poem see : Henry Howard's Poetry page " The happy life be these, I find:— ...the quiet mind; The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; ...wisdom joined with simplicity; The night discharged of all care" |
| For full poems of the above quotes & more Tudor Poetry see : |