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Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt

Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson
21 occurrences of plaints
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21 occurrences of plaints
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[Wyll ye se what wonders love hathe wrought?]

Wyll ye se what wonders love hathe wrought?
Then come and loke at me;

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There nede no where els to be sought,
Yn me ye maye theim see.
Ffor vnto that that men maye see
Most monstruous thing of kinde
My self maye beste compared bee:
Love hathe me soo assignid.
There is a Rok in the salte floode,
A Rok of suche nature
That drawithe the yron from the woode
And levithe the shippe vnsure.
She is the Rok, the shippe ame I.
That Rok my dedelie ffoo,
That drawithe me there, where I muste die
And Robbithe my harte me ffroo.
A burde there fliethe and that but one,
Of her this thing enswethe,
That when her dayes be spent and gone,
Withe fyre she renewithe.
And I withe her may well compare
My love that is alone
The flame whereof doth aye repare
My lif when yt is gone.