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Alas, so all things now do hold their peace, Heaven and earth disturbèd in no thing. The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease, The nights car the stars about doth bring. Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less: So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring, Bringing before my face the great increase Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease. For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring, But by and by the cause of my disease Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting, When that I think what grief it is again To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.

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Meaning of "“Alas, so all things now do hold their peace...”" by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey

The world outside has fallen into a profound stillness, a quiet so deep that even the natural elements seem to hold their breath. The narrator observes this universal peace, noting how the stars are now appearing as night descends, the sea is calm, and the usual sounds of life have ceased. This external tranquility, however, serves only to highlight the internal turmoil of the speaker, creating a stark and painful contrast. The core of the lyrics lies in this jarring juxtaposition: a world at rest versus a heart in torment. The narrator is explicitly excluded from the prevailing calm, stating, "So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring." This love is not a gentle affection but a force that torments, amplifying desires and plunging the speaker into a state of emotional chaos. The peace of the world becomes a mocking backdrop to personal suffering. The craft here hinges on the relentless focus on the speaker's internal state, framed by the external world's silence. The repeated use of "alas" underscores a deep sense of sorrow and resignation. The narrator's experience is described as a confusing mix of pleasure and pain: "I weep and sing / In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease." This internal conflict is further detailed by the sudden shift from pleasant thoughts to a sharp, stinging pain, a "pang that inwardly doth sting." What makes these lyrics so effective is their raw portrayal of how personal anguish can render external peace unbearable. The writing doesn't just state the narrator's pain; it shows how the very stillness of the world exacerbates it, making the absence of the desired relief a source of acute suffering. The final lines articulate this perfectly: the pain of living while lacking the very thing that could end it.

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  • Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey