Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt :: :: University of Virginia Library

There was never ffile half so well filed
To file a file for every smythes intent,
As I was made a filing instrument
To frame othre while I was begiled.
But reason hath at my follie smyled
And pardond me syns that I me repent
Of my lost yeres and tyme myspent,
For yeuth did me lede and falshode guyded.
Yet this trust I have of full great aperaunce:
Syns that decept is ay retourneable
Of very force it is aggreable;
That therewithall be done the recompence.
Then gile begiled plained should be never
And the reward litle trust for ever.