Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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CXXVIII
[Dryven by Desire I Dyd this Dede]
Dryven by Desire I Dyd this Dede,
To Daunger my self without cause why:
To trust the vntrue, not Lyke to sped,
To speke and promas faithfully;
But now the prouf Doth verefy
That whoo soo trustith ere he knoo
Doth hurt hym self and pleas his foo.
To Daunger my self without cause why:
To trust the vntrue, not Lyke to sped,
To speke and promas faithfully;
But now the prouf Doth verefy
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Doth hurt hym self and pleas his foo.
Sens that my Language without eloquence
Ys playne vnpaynted and not vnknowen,
Dyspache myn answere with redy vtteraunce:
The question ys youres or elles my owne.
To be vpholdyn and styll to fawne,
I know non cause of such obedyence.
To haue suche corne as sede was sowen,
That ys the worst: therfore gyve centaunce.
Ys playne vnpaynted and not vnknowen,
Dyspache myn answere with redy vtteraunce:
The question ys youres or elles my owne.
To be vpholdyn and styll to fawne,
I know non cause of such obedyence.
To haue suche corne as sede was sowen,
That ys the worst: therfore gyve centaunce.
But yf youre wyll be in this case
To vphold me Styll, what nedith that?
Sith ye or nay my question was:
So Long delay yt nedith not.
Yf I haue ye, than haue I that
That I haue sought to bryng to pas;
Yf I haue nay, yet reke I nat:
Where aught ys got, ther ys no lose.
To vphold me Styll, what nedith that?
Sith ye or nay my question was:
So Long delay yt nedith not.
Yf I haue ye, than haue I that
That I haue sought to bryng to pas;
Yf I haue nay, yet reke I nat:
Where aught ys got, ther ys no lose.
The ye desyred, the nay not;
No gref so gret, nor desire so sore
But that I may forbere to dote.
Yf ye, for euer; yf nay, no more
To trubbyll ye thus: speke on therfore.
Yf that ye wyll, say ye; yf not,
We shalbe frendes euyn as before,
And I myn own, that yours may not.
No gref so gret, nor desire so sore
But that I may forbere to dote.
Yf ye, for euer; yf nay, no more
To trubbyll ye thus: speke on therfore.
Yf that ye wyll, say ye; yf not,
We shalbe frendes euyn as before,
And I myn own, that yours may not.
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