 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
CXXXIII
[Had I wiste that now I wott]
Had I wiste that now I wott,
For to haue found that now I fynd,
I wold haue Don that I Dyd not;
But fayned faith dyd make me blynd,
And by great othes fixed in my mynd,
His faith to be faithfull to trust,
The Dede now proued, I fynd vnjust.
For to haue found that now I fynd,
I wold haue Don that I Dyd not;
But fayned faith dyd make me blynd,
And by great othes fixed in my mynd,
His faith to be faithfull to trust,
The Dede now proued, I fynd vnjust.
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Hit ys not the thing that I pas on:
Of his faith though I had assuraunce,
Of that no more I wyll trust one
Then of a thyng that Lyeth in balance.
Truth Laide aparte falsed ys: his mayntenaunce,
Euer Dubbell, neuer wyll be true;
Roted at the hart must nedes contynew.
Of his faith though I had assuraunce,
Of that no more I wyll trust one
Then of a thyng that Lyeth in balance.
Truth Laide aparte falsed ys: his mayntenaunce,
Euer Dubbell, neuer wyll be true;
Roted at the hart must nedes contynew.
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