Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt :: :: University of Virginia Library

To Rayle or geste ye kno I vse it not
Though that such cause some tyme in folkes I finde:
And tho to chaung ye list to sett your minde,
Love yt who liste, in faithe I like yt not.
And if ye ware to me as ye are not,
I wolde be lothe to se you so unkinde;
But sins your faithe muste nedes be so be kinde,
Tho I hate yt, I praye you leve yt not.
Thinges of grete waight I neuer thought to crave:
This is but small—of right denye yt not.
Your fayning wayis as yet forget them not,
But like rewarde let other lovers have:
That is to saye, for seruis true and faste,
To long delaies and changing at the laste.