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33.

O

An Epitaph

MORTAL folk, you may behold and see How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight; The end of joy and all prosperitee

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Is death at last, thorough his course and might:
After the day there cometh the dark night,
For though the daye be never so long,
At last the bells ringeth to evensong.

SIR THOMAS WYATT

Forget not yet

1503-1542

The Lover Beseecheth his Mistress not to Forget his Steadfast Faith and True Intent

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 know, since whan

The suit, the service, none tell can;

Forget not yet!

Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in delays,
Forget not yet!

Forget not! O, forget not this!—
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never meant amiss-
Forget not yet!

Forget not then thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved:
Forget not this!

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An Earnest Suit to his Unkind Mistress, not to
Forsake him

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!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among:
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart

Never for to depart

Neither for pain nor smart:
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!

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And wilt thou leave me thus,
And have no more pitye

Of him that loveth thee?
Alas, thy cruelty!

And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!

A Revocation

WHAT

HAT should I say?
-Since Faith is dead,

And Truth away

From you

is fled?

Should I be led

With doubleness?
Nay! nay! mistress.

I promised you,

And you promised me,

To be as true

As I would be.

But since I see

Your double heart,
Farewell my part!

Thought for to take

'Tis not my mind;

But to forsake

One so unkind;
And as I find

So will I trust.

Farewell, unjust!

Can ye say nay
But that you said
That I alway

Should be obeyed?
And thus betrayed
Or that I wist!
Farewell, unkist !

37.

Vixi Puellis Nuper Idoneus...

THE

HEY flee from me that sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking within my chamber: Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek,

That now are wild, and do not once remember That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking in continual change.

Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise

Twenty times better; but once especial

In thin array after a pleasant guise,

When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall, And she me caught in her arms long and small, And therewithal so sweetly did me kiss, And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this ?'

It was no dream; for I lay broad awaking:

But all is turn'd now, through my gentleness,
Into a bitter fashion of forsaking;

And I have leave to go of her goodness;
And she also to use new-fangleness.

But since that I unkindly so am servèd,
'How like

you this?'-what hath she now deservèd?

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MY

To His Lute

Y lute, awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun ;
For when this song is said and past,
My lute, be still, for I have done.

As to be heard where ear is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,

My song may pierce her heart as soon:
Should we then sing, or sigh, or moan?
No, no, my lute! for I have done.

The rocks do not so cruelly
Repulse the waves continually,

As she my suit and affection;
So that I am past remedy:

Whereby my lute and I have done.

Proud of the spoil that thou hast got
Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot,
By whom, unkind, thou hast them won;
Think not he hath his bow forgot,
Although my lute and I have done.

Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain,
That makest but game of earnest pain:
Trow not alone under the sun
Unquit to cause thy lover's plain,
Although my lute and I have done.

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