Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

“ Taketh his flight, where he doth lurk and plain,
His purpose lost, and dare not show his face.
For my lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pain,
Yet from my lord shall not my foot remove:
Sweet is the death that taketh end by love. ”

“ Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest. ”