 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
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[Loue whom you lyst and spare not]
Loue whom you lyst and spare not
Therwyth I am content;
Hate whom you lyst and spare not,
For I am indifferent.
Therwyth I am content;
Hate whom you lyst and spare not,
For I am indifferent.
Do what you lyst and dread not
After your owne fantasye,
Thynke what you lyst and feare not
For al is one to me.
After your owne fantasye,
Thynke what you lyst and feare not
For al is one to me.
But as for me I am not
Wauering as the wind,
But euen as one that reketh not
Whych way you turne your mind.
Wauering as the wind,
But euen as one that reketh not
Whych way you turne your mind.
For in your loue I doubt not,
But as one that reketh not,
Whether you hate or hate not
Is least charge of my thought.
But as one that reketh not,
Whether you hate or hate not
Is least charge of my thought.
Wherfore I pray you forget not
But that I am wel content
To loue whom you list and spare not,
For I am indyfferent.
But that I am wel content
To loue whom you list and spare not,
For I am indyfferent.
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