Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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 | Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt |  |
CXCIX
[Lo! how I seke and sew to haue]
Lo! how I seke and sew to haue
That no man hathe and maye be had.
There ys no more but synk or saue,
And bryng thys doute to good or bad.
To lyue in sorows allways sad,
I lyke not so to lynger fforthe;
Hap evyll or good I shall be glad
To take that comes as well in worthe.
That no man hathe and maye be had.
There ys no more but synk or saue,
And bryng thys doute to good or bad.
To lyue in sorows allways sad,
I lyke not so to lynger fforthe;
Hap evyll or good I shall be glad
To take that comes as well in worthe.
Shold I sustayne thys gret dystres,
Styll wandryng forthe thus to and froo,
In dredfull hope to hold my pese,
And fede my sellff with secret woo?
Nay, nay, certayne I wyll not soo,
But sure I shall my self aply
To put in profe thys doute to knoo
And Rydd thys daunger Redely.
Styll wandryng forthe thus to and froo,
In dredfull hope to hold my pese,
And fede my sellff with secret woo?
Nay, nay, certayne I wyll not soo,
But sure I shall my self aply
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And Rydd thys daunger Redely.
I shall assay by secret sute
To show the mynd of myn entent
And my desertes shall gyue suche frute
As with my hart my wordes be ment.
So by the profe of thys consent
Sone owt of doute I shall be sure;
For to rejoyce or to Repent
In joye or payne for to endure
To show the mynd of myn entent
And my desertes shall gyue suche frute
As with my hart my wordes be ment.
So by the profe of thys consent
Sone owt of doute I shall be sure;
For to rejoyce or to Repent
In joye or payne for to endure
| Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt | |