Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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CCVII
[The fructe of all the seruise that I serue]
The fructe of all the seruise that I serueDispaire doth repe, such haples hap have I;
But tho he hath no powre to make me swarve
Yet bye the fire for colde I fele I dye;
In paradis for hunger still I sterve
And in the flowde for thurste to deth I drye;
So Tantalus ame I and yn worse payne
Amydes my helpe, and helples doth remayne.
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