Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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| 13 |  | I. |
| II. |
| 4 | | III. |
| IV. |
| CIX. |
| CX. |
| CXI. |
| CXII. |
| CXIII. |
| CXIV. |
| CXV. |
| CXVI. |
| CXVII. |
| CXVIII. |
| CXIX. |
| CXX. |
| CXXI. |
| CXXII. |
| CXXIII. |
| CXXIV. |
| CXXV. |
| CXXVI. |
| CXXVII. |
| CXXVIII. |
| CXXIX. |
| CXXX. |
| CXXXI. |
| CXXXII. |
| CXXXIII. |
| CXXXIV. |
| CXXXV. |
| CXXXVI. |
| CXXXVII. |
| CXXXVIII. |
| CXXXIX. |
| CXL. |
| CXLI. |
| CXLII. |
| CXLIII. |
| CXLIV. |
| CXLV. |
| CXLVI. |
| CXLVII. |
| CXLVIII. |
| CXLIX. |
| CL. |
| CLI. |
| CLII. |
| CLIII. |
| CLIV. |
| CLV. |
| CLVI. |
| CLVII. |
| CLVIII. |
| CLIX. |
| CLX. |
| CLXI. |
| CLXII. |
| CLXIII. |
| CLXIV. |
| CLXV. |
| CLXVI. |
| CLXVII. |
| CLXVIII. |
| CLXIX. |
| CLXX. |
| CLXXI. |
| CLXXII. |
| CLXXIII. |
| CLXXIV. |
| CLXXV. |
| CLXXVI. |
| CLXXVII. |
| 2 | | V. |
| VI. |
| 2 | | VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
CCXXXV
[What thing is that, that I both have and lack]
What thing is that, that I both have and lack
With good will grawnted and yet is denyde?
How may I be receav'd and putt aback,
Alway doing and yet vnoccupy'de,
Moste slow in that I have moste applyde?
Thus may I say I leese all that I wynne,
And that was readye is new to begynne.
With good will grawnted and yet is denyde?
How may I be receav'd and putt aback,
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Moste slow in that I have moste applyde?
Thus may I say I leese all that I wynne,
And that was readye is new to begynne.
In wilfull Riches I have found povertie,
And in great pleasure I lyved in heavynes;
In too moche freedome I lacked libertie;
Nothing but plentie caused my scarsenes:
Thus was I both in ioye and in distresse;
And in few woordes if I shuld be playne,
In a Paradyse I suffred all this payne.
And in great pleasure I lyved in heavynes;
In too moche freedome I lacked libertie;
Nothing but plentie caused my scarsenes:
Thus was I both in ioye and in distresse;
And in few woordes if I shuld be playne,
In a Paradyse I suffred all this payne.
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