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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CLXXIX
[My pen, take payn a lytyll space]
My pen, take payn a lytyll space
To folow that whyche dothe me chace,
And hathe in hold my hart so sore;
But when thow hast thys browght to passe,
My pen, I prithe, wryght no more!
To folow that whyche dothe me chace,
And hathe in hold my hart so sore;
But when thow hast thys browght to passe,
My pen, I prithe, wryght no more!
Remember, oft thow hast me eaysyd,
And all my paynes full well apeaysyd,
But now I know vnknowen before
Ffor where I trust I am dysceavyd,
And yet, my pen, thow canst no more.
And all my paynes full well apeaysyd,
But now I know vnknowen before
Ffor where I trust I am dysceavyd,
And yet, my pen, thow canst no more.
A tyme thow haddyst as other have
To wryght whyche way my hope to crave;
That tyme ys past; withdrawe therffore!
Syns we do lose that other save,
As good leve off and wryght no more.
To wryght whyche way my hope to crave;
That tyme ys past; withdrawe therffore!
Syns we do lose that other save,
As good leve off and wryght no more.
Yn worthe to vse another waye,
Not as we wold, but as we maye,
For ons my losse ys past Restore,
And my desyre ys my decaye;
My pen, yet wryght a lytyll more.
Not as we wold, but as we maye,
For ons my losse ys past Restore,
And my desyre ys my decaye;
My pen, yet wryght a lytyll more.
To love in vayn who euer shall
Off worldlye payn yt passythe all,
As in lyke case I fynd. Wherfore
To hold so fast and yet to ffall?
Alas, my pen, now wryght no more!
Off worldlye payn yt passythe all,
As in lyke case I fynd. Wherfore
To hold so fast and yet to ffall?
Alas, my pen, now wryght no more!
Syns thow hast taken payn thys space
To folow that whyche dothe me chace,
And hathe in hold my hart so sore,
Now hast thow browght my mynde to passe:
My pen, I prithe, wryght no more.
To folow that whyche dothe me chace,
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Now hast thow browght my mynde to passe:
My pen, I prithe, wryght no more.
| Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | |