Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt :: :: University of Virginia Library

I have benne a lover
Ffull long and many days,
And oft tymes a prover
Of the most paynffull wayes;
But all that I have past
Ar tryffylles to the last.

By prouffe I know the payne
Of them that serue and serue;
And nothyng can attayne
Of that whiche they deserue;
But those payngys haue I past
As tryffylles to this last.

I haue er this bene thrall
And durst yt neuer shewe;
But glad to suffer all,
And so to clok my woo;
Yet that pang haue I past
As tryffelles to this last.

By lenthe of tyme or nowe
I haue attayned grace;
And or I west well howe
A nothyr had my place;
Yet that pang haue I past
As tryffelles to this last.

My loue well ner ons wonne,
And I ffull lyk to sped,
Evyll tonges haue then begonne

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With lyes to let my med;
Yet that pang haue I past
As tryfflles to thys last.

Somtyme I lovyd one
That lykyd well my suete;
But of my dedly mone
Ffayr wordys was all the ffruite;
Yet that pang haue I past
As tryfflles to this last.

My stedffast ffaythe and wyll
With ffayr wordes haue I told;
Yet haue I ffownd them styll
In ther beleve to colde;
But that pang haue I past
As tryfflles to thys last.

In love when I haue benne
With them that loved me,
Suche daunger haue I senne
That we wold not Agree;
Yet that pang haue I past
As tryffelles to this last.

Abssence of tymes or this
Hathe doblyd my deasease
In causying me to mysse
That thing that myght me please;
Yet that pang haue I past
As tryfflles to this last.

To promys love ffor love,
And mak to long delayes,
Hath mad me ffor to prove
Of love the paynffull wayes;
Yet that pang haue I past
As tryfflles to this last.

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Ffull many tormentes more
In lovyng I haue ffound,
Whiche oft hathe payned sore
My hart when yt was bound;
Yet all that haue I past
As tryfflles to this last.

Nowe gesse all ye that lyst
And juge now as ye please;
For oftymes haue ye myst
In Jugyng my dessease;
Be nothyng then agast,
Tho ye mysiug these last.