Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
CXXXIX
[I am redy and euer wyll be]
I am redy and euer wyll be
To doo you seruice with honeste.
Ther ys nothing that lackys in me
But that I haue not.
To doo you seruice with honeste.
Ther ys nothing that lackys in me
But that I haue not.
My pore hart alwayes and my mynd
Fixed in youres you shall styll fynd;
To Loue you best reson doth bynd,
Although I haue not.
Fixed in youres you shall styll fynd;
To Loue you best reson doth bynd,
Although I haue not.
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And for youre sake I wold be glad
To haue myche more then I haue had,
The Lacke wherof doth make me sad,
Because I haue not.
To haue myche more then I haue had,
The Lacke wherof doth make me sad,
Because I haue not.
For I doo loue ye faithfully,
And ye me agayne right secretly;
Of let ther ys no cause why,
But that I haue not.
And ye me agayne right secretly;
Of let ther ys no cause why,
But that I haue not.
Yff I you ons of that myght suer,
Oure loue shuld increse and induer;
To study therfore hit ys my cure
How I myght haue.
Oure loue shuld increse and induer;
To study therfore hit ys my cure
How I myght haue.
Such ar cald frendes now a Dayes,
Which do muse and study alwayes
Bitwixt yong Lovers to put Dylayes
By cause they haue not.
Which do muse and study alwayes
Bitwixt yong Lovers to put Dylayes
By cause they haue not.
But this resisteth all my trust verely,
That ye agayne wyll love me stedfastly,
And let thy word pas as yt hath don hardely,
Till that we haue.
That ye agayne wyll love me stedfastly,
And let thy word pas as yt hath don hardely,
Till that we haue.
But for this tyme, swete hart, adew.
Contynew faithfull, and I wylbe true:
And loue thee styll, what soeuer insew,
Although I haue not.
Contynew faithfull, and I wylbe true:
And loue thee styll, what soeuer insew,
Although I haue not.
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