Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | ||
CCLXVI
[Dysdaine me not without desert]
Dysdaine me not without desert
Nor leaue me not so sodeynly
Sence wel ye wot that in my hart
I meane nothing but honestly.
Dysdayne me not.
Nor leaue me not so sodeynly
Sence wel ye wot that in my hart
I meane nothing but honestly.
Dysdayne me not.
Refuse me not without cause why,
Nor thynke me not to be vniust;
Synce that by lot of fantasye
The carefull knot nedes knyt I must,
Refuse me not.
Nor thynke me not to be vniust;
Synce that by lot of fantasye
The carefull knot nedes knyt I must,
Refuse me not.
Mystrust me not though some there be
That fayne would spot my stedfastnes;
Beleue them not, sins that ye se
The profe is not as they expresse.
Mystrust me not.
That fayne would spot my stedfastnes;
Beleue them not, sins that ye se
The profe is not as they expresse.
Mystrust me not.
Forsake me not til I deserue,
Nor hate me not, tyll I offend,
Destroy me not, tyll that I swerue;
But sins ye know what I intend,
Forsake me not.
Nor hate me not, tyll I offend,
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But sins ye know what I intend,
Forsake me not.
Dysdayne me not that am your owne;
Refuse me not that am so true;
Mystrust me not til al be knowen;
Forsake me neuer for no new:
Disdayne me not.
Refuse me not that am so true;
Mystrust me not til al be knowen;
Forsake me neuer for no new:
Disdayne me not.
Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | ||