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Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

But the truth is that his love poetry is usually best when it is least about love. He takes every opportunity of bringing in external nature, or narrative, as if to take a holiday from the erotic treadmill.

—C.S. Lewis, English Poetry in the Sixteenth Century

In 1543 he was imprisoned again for riotous behavior in the streets of London (eating flesh in Lent and breaking windows).

—Emrys Jones, “Biographical and Textual Note”

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