Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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LIV
[She sat and sowde that hath done me the wrong]
She sat and sowde that hath done me the wrongWherof I plain, and have done many a daye;
And whilst she herd my plaint in pitious song
Wisshed my hert the samplar as it lay.
The blynd maister whome I haue serued so long,
Grudging to here that he did here her saye,
Made her owne wepon do her fynger blede,
To fele if pricking were so good in dede.
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