Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
137
CXXIV
[Durese of paynes and grevus Smarte]
Durese of paynes and grevus Smarte
Hath brought me Low and wonderusse weke,
That I cannot cumfort my hart:
Why Syest thou, hart, and wilt not breke?
Hath brought me Low and wonderusse weke,
That I cannot cumfort my hart:
Why Syest thou, hart, and wilt not breke?
Thy syghes, thy playntes ar all in vayne;
The teres that from thyne eyes doo Leke;
This Lyffe ys Dethe, this joye ys payne:
Why Syest thow, hart, and wil not breke?
The teres that from thyne eyes doo Leke;
This Lyffe ys Dethe, this joye ys payne:
Why Syest thow, hart, and wil not breke?
Thow clymest to catche where ys noo hold,
Thow stryves where strength ys all to weke,
Thy carefull lyff cannot be told:
Why Syest thow, hart, and wyll not breke?
Thow stryves where strength ys all to weke,
Thy carefull lyff cannot be told:
Why Syest thow, hart, and wyll not breke?
The faithfuller thow dust endure,
Les she regards to here the speke;
And seyng pety will not the Cure,
Why Syest thow, hart, and wyll not Breke?
Les she regards to here the speke;
And seyng pety will not the Cure,
Why Syest thow, hart, and wyll not Breke?
As good thow wart asvnder ryve,
As thus in thought thy self to breke;
Better were dethe then thus alyve
Euer to sighe and never breke.
As thus in thought thy self to breke;
Better were dethe then thus alyve
Euer to sighe and never breke.
Wherefore, pety, now shew redresse,
Or elles cum Dethe, thy vengeance wreke!
And sens thow fyndes noo gentylnes,
Harte, syghe no more, I pray the Breke.
Or elles cum Dethe, thy vengeance wreke!
And sens thow fyndes noo gentylnes,
Harte, syghe no more, I pray the Breke.
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