Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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[All yn thi sight my lif doth hole depende]
All yn thi sight my lif doth hole depende,Thou hidist thyself and I must dye therefore;
But sins thou maiste so easelye saue thy frende
Whye doste thou styk to heale that thou madist sore?
Whye doo I dye sins thou maist me diffende?
For if I dye then maiste thou lyve no more,
Sins ton bye tother dothe lyve and fede thy herte,
I with thye sight, thou also with my smerte.
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