Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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[Madame, I you requyere]
Madame, I you requyere
No longer tyme detract;
Let truth in you aper,
And geve me that I lak.
No longer tyme detract;
Let truth in you aper,
And geve me that I lak.
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Ye wot as well as I
That promys ye dyd mak,
When tyme I cold aspye
I shuld haue that I lak.
That promys ye dyd mak,
When tyme I cold aspye
I shuld haue that I lak.
Bothe tyme and place ye haue
My fervent paygnes to slak;
Nothyng, Alas, I crave,
But onlye that I lak.
My fervent paygnes to slak;
Nothyng, Alas, I crave,
But onlye that I lak.
Whyche thyng me thynk ys deue,
Remembryng what ye spake;
Ffor yf your wordes be trewe,
I must haue that I lake.
Remembryng what ye spake;
Ffor yf your wordes be trewe,
I must haue that I lake.
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