Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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LXXXIV
[All hevy myndes]
All hevy myndes
Do seke to ese their charge
And that that moost theim byndes
To let at large.
Do seke to ese their charge
And that that moost theim byndes
To let at large.
Then why should I
Hold payne within my hert
And may my tune apply
To ese my smart?
Hold payne within my hert
And may my tune apply
To ese my smart?
My faithfull lute
Alone shall here me plaine,
For els all othre sute
Is clene in vaine.
Alone shall here me plaine,
For els all othre sute
Is clene in vaine.
For where I sue
Redresse of all my grieff
Lo! they do most eschew
My hertes relieff.
Redresse of all my grieff
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My hertes relieff.
Alas, my dere,
Have I deserued so
That no help may appere
Of all my wo?
Have I deserued so
That no help may appere
Of all my wo?
Whome speke I to,
Vnkynd and deff of ere?
Alas, lo, I go,
And wot not where.
Vnkynd and deff of ere?
Alas, lo, I go,
And wot not where.
Where is my thoght?
Where wanders my desire?
Where may the thing be soght
That I require?
Where wanders my desire?
Where may the thing be soght
That I require?
Light in the wynde
Doth fle all my delight
Where trouth and faithfull mynd
Are put to flyght.
Doth fle all my delight
Where trouth and faithfull mynd
Are put to flyght.
Who shall me gyve
Fetherd wynges for to fle
The thing that doeth me greve
That I may se?
Fetherd wynges for to fle
The thing that doeth me greve
That I may se?
Who would go seke
The cause whereby to playne?
Who could his foo beseke
For ease of payne?
The cause whereby to playne?
Who could his foo beseke
For ease of payne?
My chaunce doeth so
My wofull case procure
To offer to my ffoo
My hert to cure.
My wofull case procure
To offer to my ffoo
My hert to cure.
What hope I then
To have any redresse?
Of whome, or where, or when,
Who can expresse?
To have any redresse?
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Who can expresse?
No, sins dispaire
Hath set me in this case
In vain oft in the ayre
To say Alas,
Hath set me in this case
In vain oft in the ayre
To say Alas,
I seke nothing
But thus for to discharge
My hert of sore sighing,
To plaine at large;
But thus for to discharge
My hert of sore sighing,
To plaine at large;
And with my lute
Sumtyme to ease my pain,
For els all othre sute
Is clene in vain.
Sumtyme to ease my pain,
For els all othre sute
Is clene in vain.
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