Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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XLIII
[If fansy would favour]
If fansy would favour
As my deseruing shall,
My love, my paramour,
Should love me best of all.
As my deseruing shall,
My love, my paramour,
Should love me best of all.
But if I cannot attain
The grace that I desire,
Then may I well complain
My seruice and my hiere.
The grace that I desire,
Then may I well complain
My seruice and my hiere.
Fansy doethe knowe how
To fourther my trew hert
If fansy myght avowe
With faith to take part.
To fourther my trew hert
If fansy myght avowe
With faith to take part.
But fansy is so fraill
And flitting still so fast,
That faith may not prevaill
To helpe me furst nor last.
And flitting still so fast,
That faith may not prevaill
To helpe me furst nor last.
For fansy at his lust
Doeth rule all but by gesse;
Whereto should I then trust
In trouth or stedfastnes?
Doeth rule all but by gesse;
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In trouth or stedfastnes?
Yet gladdely would I please
The fansy of her hert,
That may me onely ease
And cure my carefull smart.
The fansy of her hert,
That may me onely ease
And cure my carefull smart.
Therefore, my lady dere,
Set ons your fantasy
To make som hope appere
Of stedfast remedy.
Set ons your fantasy
To make som hope appere
Of stedfast remedy.
For if he be my frend
And vndertake my woo,
My greife is at an ende
If he continue so.
And vndertake my woo,
My greife is at an ende
If he continue so.
Elles fansy doeth not right,
As I deserue and shall,
To have you daye and nyght
To love me best of all.
As I deserue and shall,
To have you daye and nyght
To love me best of all.
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