Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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II. |
4 | III. |
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2 | V. |
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1 | CLXXX. |
CLXXXI. |
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CLXXXIII. |
CLXXXIV. |
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CXC. |
CXCI. |
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CCX. |
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CCXII. |
CCXIII. |
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CCXIX. |
CCXX. |
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CCXXVIII. |
CCXXIX. |
CCXXX. |
CCXXXI. |
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CCXXXIII. |
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2 | VII. |
VIII. |
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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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