Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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CXXXII
[Dysdayne not, madam, on hym to louke]
Dysdayne not, madam, on hym to louke,
Whom sumtyme you haue louyd;
And, tho you forswar yt on a bouke,
Error yt may be prouyd:
Tho now your loue be gon and spent,
May happe you may yt soon repent.
Whom sumtyme you haue louyd;
And, tho you forswar yt on a bouke,
Error yt may be prouyd:
Tho now your loue be gon and spent,
May happe you may yt soon repent.
Syns that hieraufter coums not yet,
Nor now ys so good as than,
Yet throw hym not doun, but let hym syt,
That so longe hathe been your man:
The tym may comm he may you ees,
Wyche now so soor dothe you dysplees.
Nor now ys so good as than,
Yet throw hym not doun, but let hym syt,
That so longe hathe been your man:
The tym may comm he may you ees,
Wyche now so soor dothe you dysplees.
Onys I was he that now I am not;
Your selff knos thys full well.
My mynd you kno wel enou by rot—
You nyd no fashion to spell:
Feyr wourds to you I use,
Tho that you cruelly me refuse.
Your selff knos thys full well.
My mynd you kno wel enou by rot—
You nyd no fashion to spell:
Feyr wourds to you I use,
Tho that you cruelly me refuse.
What tho nu broum suype very clyne,
Yet cast not the olde awey;
That seruys not sumtym ys often syen
To serue well a nouther dey:
And stoer of housolde ys well had,
To kype the best and leue the bad.
Yet cast not the olde awey;
That seruys not sumtym ys often syen
To serue well a nouther dey:
And stoer of housolde ys well had,
To kype the best and leue the bad.
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