Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | ||
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[A face that shuld content me wonders well]
A face that shuld content me wonders wellShuld not be faire but cumley to behold,
Wyth gladsum loke all gref for to expell;
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Speke withowt wordes, such wordes as non can tell;
The tresse also shuld be of cryspyd goold;
With wytt, and these myght chance I myght be tyed,
And knytt agayne the knott that shuld not slyde.
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