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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[Lengre to muse]
Lengre to muse
On this refuse
I will not vse,
But studye to forget;
Letting all goo,
Sins well I kno
To be my foo
Her herte is fermelye sett.
On this refuse
I will not vse,
But studye to forget;
Letting all goo,
Sins well I kno
To be my foo
Her herte is fermelye sett.
Sins my entent
So trulye mente
Cannot contente
Her minde as I doo see,
To tell you playne
Yt ware yn vayne
For so small gaine
To lese my libretie.
So trulye mente
Cannot contente
Her minde as I doo see,
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Yt ware yn vayne
For so small gaine
To lese my libretie.
For if he thryve
That will goo stryve
A shippe to dryve
Againste the streme and winde,
Vndoutedlye
Then thryve shuld I
To love trulye
A cruell-hertid mynde.
That will goo stryve
A shippe to dryve
Againste the streme and winde,
Vndoutedlye
Then thryve shuld I
To love trulye
A cruell-hertid mynde.
But sithe that so
The worlde dothe goo
That everye woo
Bye yelding doth incresse,
As I have tolde
I wilbe bolde
Therebye my paynis to cese.
The worlde dothe goo
That everye woo
Bye yelding doth incresse,
As I have tolde
I wilbe bolde
Therebye my paynis to cese.
Prayeng you all
That after shall
Bye fortune fall
Ynto this folishe trade,
Have yn your minde,
As I do finde,
That oft be kinde
All womens love do fade.
That after shall
Bye fortune fall
Ynto this folishe trade,
Have yn your minde,
As I do finde,
That oft be kinde
All womens love do fade.
Wherefore apace,
Come, take my place,
Some man that hase
A lust to berne the fete;
For sins that she
Refusith me,
I must agre
And studye to forgett.
Come, take my place,
Some man that hase
A lust to berne the fete;
For sins that she
Refusith me,
I must agre
And studye to forgett.
Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | ||