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HAKESPEARE'S   ONNETS

IR THOMAS WYATT       

POEMS            (MISCELLANEOUS POEMS)

 

Rondeaus  Misc poems I Misc poems II Misc poems III Epigrams Sonnets1-20 Sonnets 21-31 Satires

The text of this edition is taken from The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat edited by A.K. Foxwell, London 1913. The modern spelling version and the notes are provided by the Webmaster of this site. The notes are not intended to be exhaustive, but to provide the minimum assistance to students for whom the poems are new.

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	1. Ye know my herte my ladye dere,       That sins the tyme I was your thrall,    I have bene yours both hole and clere,       Tho my reward hath bene but small :    So am I yet and more than all.       And ye kno well how I have served.    As yf ye prove, it shall apere       Howe well how longe       How faithefulye :       And soffred wrong       How patientlye !    Then sins that I have never swervid    Let not my paines be ondeservid.   2 Ye know also though ye saye naye       That you alone are my desire ;    And you alone it is that maye       Asswage my fervent flaming fire ;    Succour me then I you require.       Ye know it were a just request,    Sins ye do cause my heat I say.       If that I bourne       That ye will warme,       And not to tourne       All to my harme,    Sending such flame from frosen brest    Against all right for my unrest.   3 And I know well how frowerdly       Ye have mystaken my true intent,    And hetherto how wrongfully       I have founde cause for to repent.    Butt deth shall ryd me redely,       If your (cruell) hert do not relent;    And I knowe well all this ye knowe,       That I and myne,       And all I have,       Ye may assiyne,       To spill or save.    Why are ye then so cruel ffoo    Unto your owne that loveth you so ?	1. Ye know my heart my lady dear,       That since the time I was your thrall,    I have been yours both whole and clear,       Though my reward hath been but small.    So am I yet and more than all.       And ye know well how I have served.    As if ye prove, it shall appear       How well, how long       How faithfully;       And suffered wrong       How patiently!    Then since that I have never swervèd    Let not my pains be undeservèd.   2 Ye know also though ye say nay       That you alone are my desire;    And you alone it is that may       Assuage my fervent flaming fire;    Succour me then I you require.       Ye know it were a just request,    Since ye do cause my heat I say.       If that I burn,       That ye will warm,       And not to turn       All to my harm,    Sending such flame from frozen breast    Against all right for my unrest.   3 And I know well how frowardly       Ye have mistaken my true intent,    And hitherto how wrongfully       I have found cause for to repent.    But death shall rid me readily,       If your (cruel) heart do not relent;    And I know well all this ye know,       That I and mine,       And all I have,       Ye may assign       To spill or save.    Why are ye then so cruel foe    Unto your own that loveth you so ?
		NOTES thrall = slave. whole and clear = wholly and without deception. if ye prove = if you put it to the test. I you require = I request you to. That ye will warm = it will warm you. frowardly =stubbornly, unreasonably.

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1. If fansy would favor,    As my deserving shall ;    My love, my paramor,    Should love me best of all. 2 But if I cannot attain    The grace that I desir ;    Then may I well complain    My service and my hier. 3 Ffansy doeth know how    To further my trew hert ;    If fansy myght avowe    With faith to take part. 4 But fansy is so fraill    And flitting still so fast ;    That faith may not prevaill    To helpe me furst nor last. 5 Ffor fansy at his lust    Doeth rule all but by gesse,    Whereto should I then trust    In trouth or stedfastnes ? 6 Yet gladdely would I please    The fansy of her hert ;    That may me onely ease    And cure my carefull smart. 7 Therefore, my lady dere    Set ons your fantasy,    To make som hope appere    Of stedfastnes, remedy. 8 Ffor if he be my frend,    And undertake my woo,    My grief is at an end    If he continue so. 9 Elles fansy doeth not ryght,    As I deserve and shall ;    To have you daye and nyght,    To love me best of all.		1. If fancy would favour,    As my deserving shall,    My love, my paramour,    Should love me best of all. 2 But if I cannot attain    The grace that I desire,    Then may I well complain    My service and my hire. 3 Fancy doth know how    To further my true heart ;    If fancy might avow    With faith to take part. 4 But fancy is so frail    And flitting still so fast,    That faith may not prevail    To help me first nor last. 5 For fancy at his lust    Doth rule all but by guess,    Whereto should I then trust    In truth or stedfastness? 6 Yet gladly would I please    The fancy of her heart;    That may me only ease    And cure my careful smart. 7 Therefore, my lady dear    Set once your fantasy,    To make some hope appear    Of stedfastnes, remedy. 8 For if he be my friend,    And undertake my woe,    My grief is at an end    If he continue so. 9 Else fancy doth not right,    As I deserve and shall,    To have you day and night,    To love me best of all.
		NOTES at his lust = as it pleases. but by guess = at random, without rational direction. that may me only ease = who is the only one who gives me solace. careful = full of care. For if he = for if your fantasy etc. undertake = come to grips with.

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	1 At moost myschief    I suffre greif    For of relief,    Syns I have none ;  My lute and I,    Continuelly,    Shall us apply    To sigh and mone. 2 Nought may prevaill,    To wepe or waill,    Pitie doeth faill,    In you, Alas ! Morning or mone,    Complaint or none,    It is all one,    As in thys case. 3 Ffor crueltie,    Moost that can be,    Hath soveraynte,    Within your hert ; Which maketh bare,    All my welfare ;    Nought do you care    How sore I smart : 4 No Tigres hert,    Is so pervert,    Withoute desert    To wreke his Ire ; And you me kyll    For my good will,    Lo how I spill    For my desir ! 5 Ther is no love    That can ye move,    And I can prove,    None other way ; Therefore I must    Restrain my lust,    Banisshe my trust,    And welth away. 6 For in myschief,    I suffer grief,    For of relief,    Syns I have none, My lute and I    Continually,    Shall us apply    To sigh and mone.	1 At most mischief    I suffer grief,    For of relief,    Since I have none,  My lute and I    Continually    Shall us apply    To sigh and moan. 2 Nought may prevail,    To weep or wail,    Pity doth fail,    In you, Alas ! Mourning or moan,    Complaint or none,    It is all one,    As in this case. 3 For cruelty,    Most that can be,    Hath sovereignty,    Within your heart ; Which maketh bare,    All my welfare;    Nought do you care    How sore I smart : 4 No Tiger's heart,    Is so pervert,    Without desert    To wreak his ire; And you me kill,    For my good will    Lo how I spill    For my desire! 5 There is no love    That can ye move,    And I can prove,    None other way; Therefore I must    Restrain my lust,    Banish my trust,    And wealth away. 6 For in myschief,    I suffer grief,    For of relief,    Since I have none, My lute and I    Continually,    Shall us apply    To sigh and moan.
		NOTES 1. At most mischief = in a condition of the greatest distress; at (the hands of) the greatest ill-will on your part. 2. It is all one = it has no effect. 3. Moost that can = the greatest that could. maketh bare = ruins. welfare = happiness. 4. without desert = on someone undeserving. to wreak his ire = to vent his anger upon. And you me kill etc. = you kill me by making me waste my good will upon you to no effect. 5. I can prove = I cannot discover or bring to bear

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	1  Marvaill no more all tho    The songes I sing do mone,    For other liff then wo I never proved none. 2 And in my hert also    Is graven with lettres diepe :    A thousand sighes and mo A flod of teres to wepe. 3 How may a man in smart    Fynde matter to rejoyse ?    How may a morning hert Set forth a pleasaunt voise ?    4 Play who that can that part :    Nedes must in me appere    How fortune, overthwart, Doeth cause my morning chere. 5. Perdy there is no man    If he never sawe sight,    That perfaictly tell can The nature of the light. 6 Alas how should I then    That never tasted but sowre ;    But do as I began Continuelly to lowre. 7 But yet perchaunce some chaunce,    May chaunce to chaunge my tune :    And when such chaunce doeth chaunce Then shall I thanck Fortune. 8 And if I have chaunce,    Perchaunce ere it be long ;    For such a pleasant chaunce To syng some pleasant song.	1  Marvel no more although    The songs I sing do moan,    For other life than woe I never proved none. 2 And in my heart also    Is graven with letters deep    A thousand sighes and mo A flood of tears to weep. 3 How may a man in smart    Find matter to rejoice?    How may a mourning heart Set forth a pleasant voice ?    4 Play who that can that part:    Needs must in me appear    How fortune, overthwart, Doth cause my mourning cheer. 5. Perdy there is no man    If he never saw sight,    That perfectly tell can The nature of the light. 6 Alas how should I then    That never tasted but sour,    But do as I began Continually to lour. 7 But yet perchance some chance,    May chance to change my tune:    And when such chance doth chance Then shall I thank Fortune. 8 And if I have chance,    Perchance ere it be long,    For such a pleasant chance To sing some pleasant song.
		NOTES 1. proved = experienced. 2. graven = engraved. and mo = and more, i.e more than a thousand sighes. Possibly 'and furthermore, (I have) a flood of tears etc. ' 3. in smart = in pain. 4. Play who that can = Let whoso can play (that role). overthwart = contrary, hostile. my mourning cheer = my sorrowful appearance. 5. Perdy = By God! If he never saw sight = if he was blind. 6. to lour = to be gloomy.

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	1 Where shall I have at myn owne will    Teres to complain ? where shall I fett    Suche sighes that I may sigh my fill,    And then again my plaintes repete ? 2 For tho my plaint shall have none end,    My teres cannot suffice my woo :    To mone my harme have I no frend,    For fortunes frend is myshappes ffoo. 3 Comfort (God wot) els have I none    But in the wynde to wast my wordes :    Nought moveth you my dedly mone,    But all, you torn it into bordes. 4 I speke not now to move your hert,    That you should rue upon my pain :    The sentence geven may not revert :    I know suche labor were but vayn 5 But syns that I for you my dere    Have lost that thing that was my best,    A right small losse it must appere,    To lese thes wordes and all the rest. 6 But tho they sparkill in the wynde    Yet shall they show your falsed faith,    Which is retorned unto his kynde,    For like to like, the proverbe saieth. 7 Ffortune and you did me avaunce :    Me thought I swam and could not drowne,    Happiest of all : but my myschaunce    Did lyft me up to throw me downe. 8 And you with your owne cruelnes,    Did set your fote upon my neck :    Me and my welfare to oppresse    Withoute offence your herte to wreke. 9 Wher are your plaisaunt wordes, alas ;    Where your faith, your stedfastnes ?    There is no more, but all doeth passe    And I ame left all comfortles. 10 But forbicause it doeth you greve,    And al so me, my wretched liff :    Have here my trouth, shall not releve    But deth alone, my very striff. 11 Therefore farewell my liff, my deth,    My gayn, my losse, my salve, my sore :    Farewell also with you, my breth,    For I am gone for evermore.	1 Where shall I have at mine own will    Tears to complain ? where shall I fetch    Such sighs that I may sigh my fill,    And then again my plaints repeat? 2 For though my plaint shall have none end,    My tears cannot suffice my woe;    To moan my harm have I no friend,    For Fortune's friend is mishap's foe. 3 Comfort (God wot) else have I none    But in the wind to waste my words;    Nought moveth you my deadly moan,    But all, you turn it into bourds. 4 I speak not now to move your heart,    That you should rue upon my pain;    The sentence given may not revert;    I know such labour were but vain. 5 But since that I for you my dear    Have lost that thing that was my best,    A right small loss it must appear,    To lose these words and all the rest. 6 But though they sparkle in the wind    Yet shall they show your falsèd faith,    Which is returned unto his kind,    For like to like, the proverb sayeth. 7 Fortune and you did me advance:    Me thought I swam and could not drown,    Happiest of all; but my mischance    Did lift me up to throw me down. 8 And you with your own cruelness,    Did set your foot upon my neck,    Me and my welfare to oppress    Without offence your heart to wreak. 9 Where are your pleasant words, alas?    Where your faith, your stedfastness?    There is no more, but all doth pass,    And I am left all comfortless. 10 But for because it doth you grieve,    And also me, my wretched life,    Have here my troth, shall not relieve    But death alone, my very strife. 11 Therefore farewell my life, my death,    My gain, my loss, my salve, my sore:    Farewell also with you, my breath,    For I am gone for evermore.
	Mary Souch, who was a handmaid of Lady Jane Seymour. After Holbein.	NOTES 1. at mine own will = when I wish it, when I need it. fet = fetch. plaints = complaints, sighs. 2. Fortune's friend etc. = he who is befriended by Fortune has no sympathy for one suffering bad fortune (mishap). 3. Comfort etc. = God knows I have no other comfort. But all etc. = you turn everything into mockery. 4. may not revert = may not be changed. 5. that thing that was my best = my heart, my soul. 6. sparkle in the wind = put up a vain frothy show? returned unto his kind = reverted to its true nature. 7 mischance = misfortune. 8. welfare = well-being. Without offence etc. = (in order to ) wreak your cruel vengeance on me, who had caused you no offence. 10. for because it = because it (my life) my troth = my promise, my vow. shall not relieve/ But death alone, my very strife = only death will relieve me from all this turmoil. 11. my life, my death etc. - probably these all refer to the lady herself, who is his life, death, gain, loss etc.

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	A Robyn          Joly Robyn       Tell me how thy leman doeth       And thou shalt know of myn.          Refrain   1 My lady is unkynd, perde !                        Pl          Alack whi is she so ?                             R       She loveth an othr better then me,          Pl       And yet she will say no.   2 Response I fynde no such doublenes,          I fynde women true ,        My lady loveth me dowtles,        And will chaunge for no newe.   3 Ye Plaintif Thou art happy while that doeth last          But I say as I fynde,       That womens love is but a blast       And torneth like the wynde.   4 Response If that be true yett as thow sayst          That women turn their hart,       Then speke better of them thou mayst       In hop to have thy partt.   5 Ye Plaintif Suche folkes shall take no harm by love          That can abide their torn ;       But I alas can no way prove       In love but lack and morn.   6 Response But if thow wilt avoyde thy harme          Lerne this lesson of me :       At othr fires thyself to warme,       And let theim warme with the.	A Robn                             Jolly Robin                                Tell me how thy leman doth                          And thou shalt know of mine.          Refrain 1 My lady is unkind, perdy!                        Pl          Alack, why is she so?                             R  She loveth an other better than me,                 Pl        And yet she will say no.                           2 Response I find no such doubleness,          I find women true ,        My lady loveth me doubtless,        And will change for no new. 3 Ye Plaintiff Thou art happy while that doth last          But I say as I find,       That womens' love is but a blast       And turneth like the wind. 4 Response If that be true yet as thow sayst          That women turn their heart,       Then speak better of them thou mayst       In hope to have thy part. 5 Ye Plaintif f Such folks shall take no harm by love          That can abide their turn;       But I, alas, can no way prove       In love but lack and mourn. 6 Response But if thow wilt avoid thy harm          Learn this lesson of me:       At other fires thyself to warm,       And let them warm with thee.
		NOTES A Robin = a round, a catch. leman = lover. 1. perdy = by God (a mild oath). 3. a blast = a gust of wind. 4. In hope to have thy part = in hope that they will bestow some of their loving on you. 5. abide their turn = wait till their turn comes round. can no way prove = experience nothing else but 6. At other fires thyself to warm = take other's lovers and enjoy them.

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	1 Tho I cannot your crueltie constrain,       For my good will to favor me again,       Tho my true and faithfull love       Have no power your hert to move,            Yet rew upon my pain ! 2 Tho I your thrall must evermore remain       And for your sake my libertie restrain,       The greatest grace that I do crave       Is that ye would vouchesave,            To rew upon my pain ! 3 Tho I have not deserved to obtain       So high Reward, but this, to serve in vain       Tho I shall have no redresse,       Yet of right ye can no lesse            But rew upon my pain ! 4 But I se well that your high disdain       Wull no wise graunt that I shall more attain ;       Yet ye must graunt that at the lest       This my powre and small request,            Rejoyse not at my pain !	1 Though I cannot your cruelty constrain,       For my good will to favour me again,       Though my true and faithfull love       Have no power your heart to move,            Yet rue upon my pain! 2 Though I your thrall must evermore remain       And for your sake my liberty restrain,       The greatest grace that I do crave       Is that ye would vouchesafe,            To rue upon my pain! 3 Though I have not deserved to obtain       So high reward, but this, to serve in vain       Though I shall have no redress,       Yet of right ye can no less            But rue upon my pain! 4 But I see well that your high disdain       Will no wise grant that I shall more attain;       Yet ye must grant that, at the least,       This my poor and small request:            Rejoice not at my pain!
		NOTES rue = have pity. thrall = servant, slave.

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	1 To wisshe and want and not obtain       To seke and sew ese of my pain,       Syns all that ever I do is vain,             What may it availl me ! 2 All tho I stryve boeth day and howre       Against the streme of all my powre,       If fortune list yet for to lowre,             What may it availl me ! 3 If willingly I suffre woo,       If from the fyre me list not goo,       If then I burn to plaine me so,            What may it avail me ! 4 And if the harme that I suffre       Be run too farr oute of mesur,       To seke for helpe any further,             What may it availl me !  5 What tho eche hert that hereth me plain,       Pitieth and plaineth for my payn,       If I no les in greif remain             What may it availl me ! 6 Ye tho the want of my relief       Displease the causer of my greif,       Syns I remain still in myschief             What may it availl me ! 7 Suche cruell chaunce doeth so me threte,       Continuelly inward to frete,       Then of relesse for to trete             What may it avail me ! 8 Ffortune is deiff unto my call,       My torment moveth her not at all,       And though she torn as doeth a ball,             What may it availl me ! 9 For in despere there is no rede ;       To want of ere, speche is no spede ;       To linger still, alyve as dede,             What may it availl me !	1 To wish and want and not obtain       To seek and sue ease of my pain,       Since all that ever I do is vain,             What may it avail me! 2 Although I strive both day and hour       Against the stream of all my power,       If fortune list yet for to lour,             What may it avail me! 3 If willingly I suffer woe,       If from the fire me list not go,       If then I burn to plain me so,            What may it avail me ! 4 And if the harm that I suffer       Be run too far out of measure,       To seek for help any further,             What may it avail me!  5 What though each heart that heareth me plain,       Pitieth and plaineth for my pain,       If I no less in grief remain             What may it avail me! 6 Yea, though the want of my relief       Displease the causer of my grief,       Since I remain still in mischief             What may it avail me! 7 Such cruel chance doth so me threat,       Continually inward to fret.       Then of release for to treat             What may it avail me ! 8 Fortune is deaf unto my call,       My torment moveth her not at all,       And though she turn as doth a ball,             What may it avail me! 9 For in despair there is no rede;       To want of ear, speech is no speed;       To linger still, alive as dead,             What may it avail me!
		NOTES 1. sue = ask for, pursue. 2. of all my power = to the height of my ability. To struggle against the stream (and fail) is a proverbial expression. list = wishes. lour = look threateningly. 3. plain = make complaint. 4. Be run too far out of measure = exceeds the bounds (of what is curable). 5. no less = nevertheless. 6. mischief = ill fortune, unhappiness. 7. chance = fortune. inward to fret = to make me fret inwardly. to treat = to parley, to discuss conditions for. 9. rede = counsel, (good) advice. To want of ear etc. = To one who has no ears to listen, speech is useless. alive as dead = being neither dead nor alive; suffering death in life.

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	1 My hope, Alas, hath me abused    And vain rejoysing hath me fed ;   Lust and joye have me refused,    And carefull plaint is in their stede ;    To muche avauncing slaked my spede ;       Myrth hath caused my hevines,       And I remain all comfortles. 2 Whereto did I assure my thought    Withoute displeasure stedfastly,   In fortunes forge my Joye was wrought    And is revolted redely,    I ame mystaken wonderly :       For I, tho nought but faithfulnes,       Yet I remain all comfortless. 3 In gladsome chere I did delite    Till that delite did cause my smert ;   And all was wrong where I thought right,    For right it was that my true hert    Should not from trouth be set apart,       Syns trouth did cause me hardines       Yet I remain all comfortless. 4 Sometime delight did tune my song,    And led my hert full plesauntly,   And to myself I saide among,    My happ is comyng hastely,    But it hath happed contrary :       Assuraunce causeth my distres,       And I remain all comfortles. 5 Than if my note now do vary,    And leve his wonted plesauntnes,   The hevy burden that I cary,    Hath alterd all my Joyefulnes ;    No pleasure hath still stedfastnes,       But hast hath hurt my happines,       And I remain all comfortles.	1 My hope, alas, hath me abused    And vain rejoicing hath me fed;   Lust and joy have me refused,    And carefull plaint is in their stead;    Too much advancing slacked my speed;       Mirth hath caused my heaviness,       And I remain all comfortless. 2 Whereto did I assure my thought    Without displeasure stedfastly,   In Fortune's forge my joy was wrought    And is revolted readily,    I am mistaken wonderly,       For I, though nought but faithfulness,       Yet I remain all comfortless. 3 In gladsome cheer I did delight    Till that delight did cause my smart;   And all was wrong where I thought right,    For right it was that my true heart    Should not from truth be set apart,       Since truth did cause my hardiness,       Yet I remain all comfortless. 4 Sometime delight did tune my song,    And led my heart full pleasantly,   And to myself I said among,    'My hap is coming hastily',    But it hath happèd contrary:       Assuraunce causeth my distress,       And I remain all comfortless. 5 Then if my note now do vary,    And leave his wonted pleasantness,   The heavy burden that I carry,    Hath altered all my joyfulness;    No pleasure hath still stedfastness,       But haste hath hurt my happiness,       And I remain all comfortless.
		NOTES 1. abused = deceived. lust = desire, pleasure. refused = deserted, refused to stay with. careful = full of care. Too much advancing = rushing forward too swiftly. slacked = slowed down, impeded, brought to a halt. 2. Whereto = In the place where i.e. in my beloved's heart. did I assure my thought = I trusted myself to be safely accepted. Without displeasure = far from criticising, seeing no faults. revolted = turned from what it was. nought but faithfulness = being the epitome of faithfulness. 3. hardiness = boldness. 4. among = among other things (?); privately (?). hap = good fortune. 5. wonted = customary. no pleasure hath etc. = all pleasure is fleeting (?); there is no pleasure derived from being faithful (?).

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	1 What deth is worse then this,   When my delight, My wele, my joy, my blys,   Is from my sight ?   Boeth daye and night, My liff alas I mys.   2 Ffor though I seme alyve,   My hert is hens ;   Thus botles for to stryve,   Oute of presens   Of my defens   Towerd my deth I dryve.   3 Hertles, alas, what man   May long endure ?   Alas how lyve I then ?   Syns no recure   May me assure   My liff I well may ban. 4 Thus doeth my torment goo   In dedly dred,   Alas, who myght lyve so   Alyve as dede,   Alyve to lede   A dedly lyff in woo.	1 What death is worse than this,   When my delight, My weal, my joy, my bliss,   Is from my sight ?   Both day and night, My life, alas, I miss.   2 For though I seem alive,   My heart is hence;   Thus bootless for to strive,   Out of presence   Of my defence   Toward my death I drive.   3 Heartless, alas, what man   May long endure ?   Alas how live I then ?   Since no recure   May me assure   My life I well may ban. 4 Thus doth my torment go   In deadly dread,   Alas, who might live so   Alive as dead,   Alive to lead   A deadly life in woe.
		NOTES 1. weal = well-being. my life ... I miss = I am deprived of life. 2. bootless = to no advantage. Out of presence = when absent is (my defence). my defence= my courage, my delight, my beloved etc.. 3. ban = banish. 4. alive as dead = neither dead nor alive; alive, in a life which is like death.

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	1 Ons as me thought fortune me kyst,    And bad me aske what I thought best :    And I should have it as me list,    Therewith to set my hert in rest. 2 I asked nought but my dere hert    To have for evermore myn owne ;    Then at an ende were all my smert,    Then should I nede no more mone. 3 Yet for all that, a stormy blast    Had overtorned this goodely day,    And fortune semed at the last    That to her promes she saide nay. 4 But, like as oon out of dispere    To soudden hope revived I ;    Now fortune sheweth herself so fayer    That I content me wonderly. 5 My moost desire my hand may reche    My will is always at my hand ;    Me nede not long for to be seche    Her that hath power me to command. 6 What erthely thing more can I crave ?    What would I wisshe more at my will ?    No thing on erth more would I have,    Save that I have, to have it still. 7 Ffor fortune hath kept her promes,    In graunting me my moost desir;    Of my sufferaunce I have redres.    And I content me with my hiere.	1 Once as me thought fortune me kissed,    And bade me ask what I thought best:    And I should have it as me list,    Therewith to set my heart in rest. 2 I asked nought but my dear heart    To have for evermore mine own;    Then at an end were all my smart,    Then should I need no more moan. 3 Yet for all that, a stormy blast    Had overturned this goodly day,    And fortune seemed at the last    That to her promise she said nay. 4 But, like as one out of despair    To sudden hope revived I;    Now fortune showeth herself so fair    That I content me wonderly. 5 My most desire my hand may reach,    My will is always at my hand,    Me need not long for to beseech    Her that hath power me to command. 6 What earthly thing more can I crave?    What would I wish more at my will?    No thing on earth more would I have,    Save that I have, to have it still. 7 For fortune hath kept her promise,    In granting me my most desire;    Of my sufferance I have redress.    And I content me with my hire.
		NOTES 1. as me list = as I desired 2. smart = pain. 4. wonderly = wondrously. 5. most desire = that which I desire most. me to command = to command me. 6. more at my will = to satisfy more my desire. still = always. 7. sufferance = suffering. my hire = my situation (that of being your adorer).

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	1 My lute awake ! perfourme the last    Labor that thou and I shall wast,    And end that I have now begon ;    For when this song is song and past.          My lute be still for I have done. 2 As to be herd where ere is none,    As lede to grave in marbill stone,    My song may perse her hert as sone ;    Should we then sigh or sing or mone ?          No ! No ! my lute, for I have done. 3 The Rokkes do not so cruelly    Repulse the waves continuelly    As she my suyte and affection ;    So that I ame past remedy,          Wherby my lute and I have done. 4 Prowd of the spoyll that thou hast gott    Of simple hertes, thorough loves shot ;    By whome, unkynd, thou hast theim wone,    Thinck not he hath his bow forgot,          All tho my lute and I have done. 5 Vengeaunce shall fall on thy disdain    That makest but game on ernest pain ;    Thinck not alone under the sonne    Unquyt to cause thy lovers plain,          All tho my lute and I have done. 6 Perchaunce the lye wethered and old    The wynter nyght that are so cold,    Playning in vain unto the mone ;    Thy wisshes then dare not be told ;          Care then who lyst, for I have done. 7 And then may chaunce the to repent    The tyme that thou hast lost and spent    To cause thy lovers sigh and swone ;    Then shalt thou knowe beaultie but lent,          And wisshe and want as I have done. 8 Now cesse, my lute : this is the last    Labor that thou and I shall wast,    And ended is that we begon ;    Now is this song boeth song and past          My lute be still, for I have done.	1 My lute awake! perform the last    Labour that thou and I shall waste,    And end that I have now begun;    For when this song is sung and past.          My lute be still, for I have done. 2 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 sigh, or sing, or moan?          No ! No ! my lute, for I have done. 3 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. 4 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. 5 Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain    That makest but game on earnest pain;    Think not alone under the sun    Unquit to cause thy lovers plain,          Although my lute and I have done. 6 Perchance thee lie withered and old    The winter nights that are so cold,    Plaining in vain unto the moon;    Thy wishes then dare not be told;          Care then who list, for I have done. 7 And then may chance thee to repent    The time that thou hast lost and spent    To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon;    Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,          And wish and want as I have done. 8 Now cease, my lute: this is the last    Labour that thou and I shall wast,    And ended is that we begun;    Now is this song both sung and past          My lute be still, for I have done.
		NOTES 2. As to be heard etc. - i.e. this looks forward to line 3: my song would no more pierce her heart than a voice would be heard where there are no ears to hear, or a a piece of lead would carve a marble stone. 3. my suit = my wooing. 4. the spoil = the trophies and rewards of war. In love's battles hearts are won and lost. thorough Love's shot = as a result of Cupid's archery. unkind = savage, unnatural, cruel. he = Cupid, Love. his bow forgot = he has forgotten his bow, i.e. he will remember it and aim it at you. 5. makest but game = makes fun of. Unquit = without paying the penalty. plain = to complain, to lament. Possibly -'thy lovers' plain' - meaning 'the complaint of your lovers'. 6. thee lie = you will lie. withered - weathered is also possible. 7. sigh and swoon = to sigh and to swoon. beauty but lent = beauty is only lent for a time, it is not a permanent gift.

	1 If chaunce assynd,       Were to my mynde       By very kynd             Of destyne ;       Yet would I crave       Nought els to have             But liff and libertie. 2 Then were I sure       I myght endure,       The displeasure             Of crueltie ;       Where now I plain       Alas in vain             Lacking my liff for libertie. 3 Ffor withoute thone       Thothr is gone,       And there can none             It remedy ;       If thone be past       Thothr doeth wast             And all for lack of libertie. 4 And so I dryve       As yet alyve,       All tho I stryve             With myserie ;       Drawing my breth,       Lowking for deth             And losse of life for libertie. 5 But thou that still       Maist at thy will       Torn all this ill             Adversitie ;       For the repare       Of my welfare             Graunt me but liff and libertie. 6 And if not so,       Then let all goo,       To wretched woo,             And let me dye ;       For thone or thothr       There is none othr             My deth, or liff with libertie.	1 If chance assigned       Were to my mind       By very kind          Of destiny;       Yet would I crave       Nought else to have          But life and liberty. 2 Then were I sure       I might endure,       The displeasure         Of cruelty;       Where now I plain       Alas in vain          Lacking my life for liberty. 3 For without th'one       Th'other is gone,       And there can none         It remedy;       If th'one be past       Th'other doth wast          And all for lack of liberty. 4 And so I drive       As yet alive,       Although I strive        With mysery;       Drawing my breath,       Looking for death          And loss of life for libertie. 5 But thou that still       May'st at thy will       Turn all this ill       Adversity;       For the repair       Of my welfare             Grant me but life and liberty. 6 And if not so,       Then let all go       To wretched woe,         And let me die;       For th'one or th'other       There is none other             My death, or life with liberty.
		NOTES 1. If chance assigned / Were to my mind = If the events of my life were as I would wish them to be. By very kind = by the direct actions, wishes, nature (of fortune) 2. I plain = I complain, lament. Lacking my life for liberty - uncertain meaning. Possibly the only liberty available to him is through death. Or perhaps 'for' should be 'or'. 3. th'one and th'other refer to life and liberty. none = no one. it remedy = remedy it. 4. drive = continue to go on living. this greedy lust = What wonder that I suffer so, if this greedy lust is within me, and yet I must restrain myself. This is usually interpreted as a love poem, the lady effectively depriving him of life and liberty by his infatuation for her. Some commentators think it has a political significance and refers to imprisonment.

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	1 I have sought long with stedfastnes   To have had som ease of my great smert,   But nought availeth faithfulnes   To grave within your stony hert. 2 But happe and hit or els hit not,   As uncertain as is the wynde ;   Right so it fareth by the shott   Of love alas that is so blynd. 3 Therefore I plaid the fool in vain,   With pitie, when I first began   Your cruell hert for to constrain,   Syns love regardeth no doulfull man. 4 But of your goodenes, all your mynde   Is that I should complain in vain ;   This is the favor that, I fynde,   Ye list to here how I can plain. 5 But tho I plain to please your hert,   Trust me, I trust to temper it so   Not for to care which do revert ;   All shalbe oon in welth or woo. 6 Ffor fansy rueleth, tho right say nay   Even as the goodeman kyst his kowe   None othr reason can ye lay   But as who saieth I reke not how.	1 I have sought long with stedfastness   To have had some ease of my great smart,   But nought availeth faithfulness   To grave within your stony heart. 2 But hap and hit or else hit not,   As uncertain as is the wind;   Right so it fareth by the shot   Of love alas that is so blind. 3 Therefore I played the fool in vain,   With pity, when I first began   Your cruel heart for to constrain,   Since love regardeth no dolefull man. 4 But of your goodness, all your mind   Is that I should complain in vain;   This is the favor that, I find,   Ye list to hear how I can plain. 5 But though I plain to please your heart,   Trust me, I trust to temper it so   Not for to care which do revert;   All shall be one in wealth or woe. 6 For fancy ruleth, though right say nay   Even as the goodman kissed his cow,   None other reason can ye lay   But as who sayeth 'I reck not how'.
		NOTES 1. stedfastness = constancy, resolution. smart = sorrow, pain (of being in love). 2. hap and hit = to happen to be successful. or else hit not = or meet with no success. right so = so it is that. it fareth = things go, the world goes on. by the shot / of love = through Cupid's arrows (shot from his bow. 3. love regardeth no doleful man = a sorrowful man cannot expect to be successful in love. 4. all your mind = your only intent, your chief purpose. Ye list = you desire. 5. I plain = I complain, lament. to temper it = to harden it (my heart). which do revert = whatever turns out; whatever your decision. All shall be one = it is no matter. 6. fancy = imagination, desire, falling in love. though right say nay = though reason might object. as the goodman kissed his cow - proverbial. 'There's no accounting for tastes, as the lady said when she kissed a cow'. goodman = husband, housholder. can ye lay = are you able to offer. But as who sayeth = other than as someone who might say. I reck not how = I do not understand how (fancy dictates who to love).

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	1 Lyk as the swanne towardis her dethe   Doeth strain her voyse with dolefull note,   Right so sing I with waste of breth, I dye ! I dye ! and you regarde yt note. 2 I shall enforce my faynting breth,   That all that heris this dedly note   Shall kno that you dothe cause my deth ; I dye ! I dye ! and you regarde yt note. 3 Your unkindnes hath sworne my deth,   And chaungid hathe my pleasaunte note   To paynefull sighis that stoppis my breth ; I dye ! I dye ! and you regarde yt note. 4 Consumythe my lif, faileth my breth ;   Your fawte is forger of this note ;   Melting in tearis, a cruell deth ;   I dye ! I dye ! and you regarde yt note.   5 My faith with me after my deth   Byrred shalbe, and to this note   I do bequeth my very breth To cry, "I dyede, and you regarde it not."	1 Like as the swan towards her death   Doth strain her voice with dolefull note,   Right so sing I with waste of breath, I die ! I die ! and you regard it not. 2 I shall enforce my fainting breath,   That all that hears this deadly note   Shall know that you doth cause my death; I die ! I die ! and you regard it not. 3 Your unkindness hath sworn my death,   And changed hath my pleasant note   To painful sighs that stops my breath; I die ! I die ! and you regard it not. 4 Consumeth my life, faileth my breath;   Your fault is forger of this note;   Melting in tears, a cruel death;   I die ! I die ! and you regard it not.   5 My faith with me after my death   Buried shall be, and to this note   I do bequeath my very breath To cry, "I died, and you regard it not."
		NOTES 1. Like as the swan - Swans were believed to sing for the first and last time when they were dying. note = song. you regard it not = you take no notice. 2. enforce = strengthen. 3. note = song, melody. 4. forger = maker, instigator. Melting in tears - Supply 'is' . Melting in tears is a cruel way to die.

 

	Thomas Wyatt POEMS Rondeaus  Misc poems I Misc poems II Misc poems III Epigrams Sonnets1-20 Sonnets 21-31 Satires

	Portrait of Sir Thomas Wyatt, by Holbein. In His Majesty's Collection.
	From a print published by J. Chamberlain 1st. Jan. 1812.