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Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt

Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson
Wyatt, Thomas (1503?-1542)

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I Poems from the Egerton Manuscript
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II Satires
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III Penitential Psalms
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IV Poems from the Blage Manuscript
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V Poems from the Devonshire Manuscript
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VI Poems from the Arundel Manuscript
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VII Poems from Minor Manuscripts
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VIII Poems from Tottel's Songes and Sonettes
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IX Poems from The Court of Venus and A Boke of Balettes

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CLXVII

[Thou slepest ffast; and I with wofull hart]

Thou slepest ffast; and I with wofull hart
Stand here alone, syghing, and cannot ffleye.
Thou slepyst ffast, when crewell love his darte
On me dothe cast, Alas! so paynefullye.
Thou slepyst fast, and I all ffull of smart
To the my fo in vayn do call and crye.
And yet, methinkes, thou that slepyst ffast,
Thou dremyst styll whiche way my lyf to wast.
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