Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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CLVI
[Ons in your grace I knowe I was]
Ons in your grace I knowe I was,
Evyn as well as now ys he;
Tho ffortune so hath tornyd my case,
That I am doune, and he ffull hye,
Yet ons I was.
Evyn as well as now ys he;
Tho ffortune so hath tornyd my case,
That I am doune, and he ffull hye,
Yet ons I was.
Ons I was he that dyd you please
So well that nothyng dyd I dobte;
And tho that nowe ye thinke yt ease
To take him in and throw me out,
Yet ons I was.
So well that nothyng dyd I dobte;
And tho that nowe ye thinke yt ease
To take him in and throw me out,
Yet ons I was.
Ons I was he in tyms past
That as your owne ye did Retayne;
And tho ye haue me nowe out cast,
Shoyng vntruthe in you to Raygne,
Yet ons I was.
That as your owne ye did Retayne;
And tho ye haue me nowe out cast,
Shoyng vntruthe in you to Raygne,
Yet ons I was.
Ons I was he that knyt the knot,
The whyche ye swore not to vnknyt;
And tho ye fayne yt now fforgot,
In vsynge yowr newffanglyd wyt,
Yet ons I was.
The whyche ye swore not to vnknyt;
And tho ye fayne yt now fforgot,
In vsynge yowr newffanglyd wyt,
Yet ons I was.
Ons I was he to whome ye sayd:
‘Welcomm, my joy, my hole delight!’
And tho ye ar nowe well apayd
Of me, your owne, to clame ye quyt,
Yet ons I was.
‘Welcomm, my joy, my hole delight!’
And tho ye ar nowe well apayd
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Yet ons I was.
Ons I was he to whome ye spake:
‘Haue here my hart, yt ys thy owne!’
And tho thes wordis ye now fforsake,
Sayng therof my part ys none,
Yet ons I was.
‘Haue here my hart, yt ys thy owne!’
And tho thes wordis ye now fforsake,
Sayng therof my part ys none,
Yet ons I was.
Ons I was he before Reherst,
And nowe am he that nedes must dye;
And tho I dye, yet at the lest,
In your Remembrance let yt lye
That ons I was.
And nowe am he that nedes must dye;
And tho I dye, yet at the lest,
In your Remembrance let yt lye
That ons I was.
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