Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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LXVIII
[Nature, that gave the bee so feet a grace]
Nature, that gave the bee so feet a graceTo fynd hony of so wondrous fashion
Hath taught the spider owte of the same place
To fetche poyson, by straynge alteration.
Tho this be straynge, it is a straynger cace
With oon kysse by secret operation
Boeth these at ons, in those your lippes to fynde,
In chaunge wherof, I leve my hert behinde.
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