Sir Thomas Wyatt
Lux, My Fair Falcon
Lux, my fair falcon, and your fellows all, How well pleasant it were your liberty. Ye not forsake me that fair might ye befall, But they that sometime liked my company, Like lice away
The Long Love
The long love that in my thought doth harbour, And in mine heart doth keep his residence, Into my face presseth with bold pretence, And therein campeth, spreading his banner. She that me learneth
And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus?
And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame; And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay!
Mine Own John Poynz
Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know The cause why that homeward I me draw, And flee the press of courts, whereso they go, Rather than to live thrall under the awe
Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever
Farewell love and all thy laws forever; Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more. Senec and Plato call me from thy lore To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavour. In blind error
The Furious Gun
The furious gun in his raging ire, When that the bowl is rammed in too sore And that the flame cannot part from the fire, Cracketh in sunder, and in the air doth roar
Satire II:The Country Mouse and the Town Mouse
MY mother’s maids, when they did sew and spin, They sang sometime a song of the field mouse, That for because her livelood was but thin [livelihood] Would needs go seek her townish sister’s
Unstable Dream
Unstable dream, according to the place, Be steadfast once, or else at least be true. By tasted sweetness make me not to rue The sudden loss of thy false feignèd grace. By good respect
With Serving Still
With serving still This I have won, For my goodwill To be undone. And for redress Of all my pain, Disdainfulness I have again. And for reward Of all my smart, Lo, thus unheard,
Is It Possible
Is it possible That so high debate, So sharp, so sore, and of such rate, Should end so soon and was begun so late? Is it possible? Is it possible So cruel intent, So
Forget Not Yet
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet. Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye knew,
Madam, Withouten Many Words
Madam, withouten many words Once I am sure ye will or no… And if ye will, then leave your bourds And use your wit and show it so, And with a beck ye shall
The Heart and Service
The heart and service to you proffer’d With right good will full honestly, Refuse it not, since it is offer’d, But take it to you gentlely. And though it be a small present, Yet
Abide and Abide and Better Abide
I abide and abide and better abide, And after the old proverb, the happy day; And ever my lady to me doth say, “Let me alone and I will provide.” I abide and abide
I Find No Peace
I find no peace, and all my war is done. I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice. I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise; And nought I have,