Sir Thomas Wyatt Quotes

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!
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus? (L. 7-12). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Blame but thyself that hast misdone, And well deserved to have blame; Change thou thy way so evil begun, And then my lute shall sound that same: But if till then my fingers play By thy desert their wonted way, Blame not my lute.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Blame not my lute for he must sound (l. 29-35). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Divers doth use, as I have heard and know, (When that to change their ladies do begin), To mourn and wail and never for to lin, Hoping thereby to pease their painful woe.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Divers Doth Use (l. 1-4). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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But let it pass, and think it is of kind That often change doth please a woman's mind.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Divers Doth Use (l. 13-14). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever: Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more; Senec and Plato call me from thy lore, To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Farewell love and all thy laws for ever (l. 1-4). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh ay so sore, Hath taught me to set in trifles no store, and scape forth, since liberty is lever.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Farewell love and all thy laws for ever (l. 6-8). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet!
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Forget Not Yet (l. 1-4). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Help me to seek, for I lost it there And if that ye have found it, ye that be here, And seek to convey it secretly, Handle it soft and treat it tenderly, Or else it will plain and then appear:
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Help Me to Seek (l. 1-5). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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If in the world there be more woe Than I have in my heart, Whereso it is, it doth come fro, And in my breast there doth it grow,
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. If in the World There Be More Woe (l. 1-4). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Is it possible That any may find Within one heart so diverse mind, To change or turn as weather and wind? Is it possible?
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Is It Possible? (L. 11-15). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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