Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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| Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | ||
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[Lyue thowe gladly, yff so thowe may]
Lyue thowe gladly, yff so thowe may;
Pyne thou not in loukynge for me;
Syns that dispayr hathe shut the wey,
Thoue to see me, or I to see the.
Pyne thou not in loukynge for me;
Syns that dispayr hathe shut the wey,
Thoue to see me, or I to see the.
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Make thoue a vertu of a constreynte;
Deme no faulte wer non ys wourthy;
Myns ys to muche, what nedes thy playnt?
God he knoythe who ys for me.
Deme no faulte wer non ys wourthy;
Myns ys to muche, what nedes thy playnt?
God he knoythe who ys for me.
Cast apon the Lorde thy cuer,
Prey ounto hym thy cause to iuge;
Beleuye, and he shall send recur:
Vayne ys all trust of mans refuge.
Prey ounto hym thy cause to iuge;
Beleuye, and he shall send recur:
Vayne ys all trust of mans refuge.
| Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | ||