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The poetical works of Sir Thomas Wyatt and Henry Howard, earl of Surrey
The poetical works of Sir Thomas Wyatt and Henry Howard earl of Surrey Author:Thomas Wyatt Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: OF CHANGE IN MIND. man me telleth I change most my devise; And on my faith, methink it good reason To change purpose, like after the season. For in each case ... more »to keep still one guise, Is meet for them that would be taken wise; And I am not of such manner condition; But treated after a diverse fashion ; And thereupon my diverseness doth rise. But you, this diverseness that blamen most, Change you no more, bt still after one rate Treat you me well, and keep you in that state; And while with me doth dwell this wearied ghost, My word, nor I, shall not be variable, But always one ; your own both firm and stable. HOW THE LOVER PERISHETII IN HIS DELIGHT AS THE FLY IN THE FIRE. Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight, Against the sun their eyes for to defend; And some, because the light doth them offend, Never appear but in the dark or night: Other rejoice to see the fire so bright, And ween to play in it, as they pretend, But find contrary of it, that they intend. Alas! of that sort may I be by right; For to withstand her look I am not able; Yet can I not hide me in no dark place; So followeth me remembrance of that face, That with my teary eyen, swoln, and unstable, My destiny to behold her doth me lead; And yet I know I run into the glead. AGAINST HIS TONGUE THAT FAILED TO UTTER HISSUITS. Because I still kept thee from lies and blame, And to my power always thee honoured, Unkind tongue ! to ill hast thou me rend'red, For such desert to do me wreke and shame. In need of succour most when that I am, To ask reward, thou stand'st like one afraid : Alway most cold, and if one word be said. As in a dream, unperfect is the same. And ye salt tears, against my will each night That are with me, when I would be alone; Then are ye gone when I should make my moan: ...« less