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Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt

Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson
Wyatt, Thomas (1503?-1542)
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I Poems from the Egerton Manuscript
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II Satires
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III Penitential Psalms
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V Poems from the Devonshire Manuscript
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VIII Poems from Tottel's Songes and Sonettes
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IX Poems from The Court of Venus and A Boke of Balettes

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CXXIII

[“Comeforthe at hand, pluck vp thy harte!]

“Comeforthe at hand, pluck vp thy harte!
Lok Lowe! se where hit doth stand!
Synes the redresse of all thy smart
Douth Ley soo good a hand,
Pluck vp thy hart.
Pluck vp thy harte! why Droupest thow soo?”
So Sayde I me thought;
And frome the Hile I loked Loo
And with myn eye I Sought
Comforth at hand.
Comeforth at hand myn eye hath found;
My thought, therfore be glade;
Yf she be there may hele thy wounde,
Why shuldyst thou then be sad?
Pluck vp thy hart.
Pluck vp thy hart! A mornyng man
Doth gett noo good by woo.
Be glad alway, for whoo soo can
Shall fynd, wher soo He goo,
Comeforth at hand.
Comeforth at hand! goo seecke and fynd!
Loke yf there be redresse:
Yf not, abyde a better wynd,
In hope of Sum reles,
Pluck vp thy hart.
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