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Earl of Surrey's words

The happy life be

These

The quiet mind

The equal friend

No grudge, no sitrife

Wisdom

Join'd with simplicity

The night discharged

Of all care

By Henry Howard. Duke of Northfolk's nephew. Catherine Howard's uncle (or cousin, don't remember). He was denounced for usurper the royal arms and try to abduct the Prince of Wales.

He was sentenced to die in the place called Tybourn. His head was separated from his body, and his arms and legs where cut and sent to the four corners of Britain as a warning to the enemies of the Crown.

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