Sir Thomas Wyatt Quotes

All is possible, Who so list believe; Trust therefore first, and after preve, As men wed ladies by license and leave, All is possible.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Is It Possible? (L. 26-30). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Lux my fair falcon, and your fellows all, How well pleasant it were your liberty! Ye not forsake me that fair might ye befall.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Lux my fair falcon, and your fellows all (l. 1-3). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Madame, withouten many wordes, Ons I ame sure ye will or no; And if ye will, then leve your bordes, And use your wit and shew it so.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Madame, withouten Many Wordes (l. 1-4). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Aunswer him faire with yea or nay.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Madame, withouten Many Wordes (l. 8). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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I must of force, God wot, Forbear my most desire; For no ways can I find To sail against the wind.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Patience, Though I Have Not (l. 3-6). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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Patience, do what they will To work me woe or spite,
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Patience, Though I Have Not (l. 7-8). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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To think and hold my peace, Since there is no redress.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Patience, Though I Have Not (l. 11-12). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.
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I cannot speke and loke lyke a saynct, Use wiles for witt and make deceyt a pleasure, And call crafft counsell, for proffet styll to paint. I cannot wrest the law to fill the coffer With innocent blode to fede my sellff fat, And doo most hurt where most hellp I offer.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Satires: Mine Own John Poins (l. 31-36). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.
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My Poynz, I cannot frame me tune to fayne, To cloke the trothe for praisse withowt desart, Of them that lyst all vice for to retayne. I cannot honour them that settes their part With Venus and Baccus all theire lyf long; Nor holld my pece of them allthoo I smart.
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Satires: Mine Own John Poins (l. 19-24). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.
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Nor I ame not where Christe is geven in pray For mony, poison and traison at Rome,
Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. Satires: Mine Own John Poins (l. 97-98). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.
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