O my hart and O my hart!
My hart it is so sore,
Sens I must nedys from my love depart
And know no cunse wherefore.
(King Henry VIII)
More Poetry from King Henry VIII:
- Lusty Youth should us ensue (King Henry VIII Poems)
- Lusti Yough Shuld Us Ensue (King Henry VIII Poems)
- Grene Growith The Holy (King Henry VIII Poems)
- Passtime with good company (King Henry VIII Poems)
- Though Sum Saith That Yough Rulyth Me (King Henry VIII Poems)
- Though that Men do Call it Dotage (King Henry VIII Poems)