 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
CCLVII
[For shamefast harm of great and hatefull nede]
For shamefast harm of great and hatefull nede,In depe despayre, as did a wretch go
With ready corde out of his life to spede,
His stumbling foote did finde an hoorde, lo,
Of golde, I say, where he preparde this dede:
And, in eschange, he left the corde tho.
He that had hidde the golde and founde it not,
Of that he founde he shapte his neck a knot.
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