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Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt

Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson
Wyatt, Thomas (1503?-1542)
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I Poems from the Egerton Manuscript
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II Satires
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VI Poems from the Arundel Manuscript
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[Behold, love, thy power how she dispiseth!]

Behold, love, thy power how she dispiseth!
My great payne how litle she regardeth!
The holy oth, wherof she taketh no cure
Broken she hath: and yet she bideth sure,
Right at her ease: and litle she dredeth.
Wepened thou art: and she vnarmed sitteth:
To the disdaynfull, her liff she ledeth:
To me spitefull, withoute cause, or mesure.
Behold, love!
I ame in hold: if pitie the meveth,
Goo bend thy bowe: that stony hertes breketh:
And, with some stroke, revenge the displeasure
Of thee and him, that sorrowe doeth endure,
And, as his lorde, the lowly entreath.
Behold, love!
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