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Disdainfulness I have again; (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. With Serving Still (l. 7-8). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.)
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.)
Trouth is trayed where craft is in ure; But though ye have had my hertes cure, Trow ye I dote withoute ending? What no, perdy! (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. What no, perdy! Ye may be sure! (L. 6-9). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.)
They flee from me that sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking in my chamber. (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. They Flee from Me That Sometime Did Me Seek (l. 1-2). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.)
Nothing on earth more would I have, Save that I have, to have it still. (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. The Lover Rejoiceth the Enjoying of His Love (l. 23-24). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)
What should I say, Since faith is dead, And truth away From you is fled? Should I be led With doubleness? (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. What should I say (l. 1-6). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.)
since I see Your double heart, Farewell my part! (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. What should I say (l. 12-14). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.)
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. (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. The Lover Complaineth the Unkindness of His Love (l. 1-5). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.)
Tangled was I in Love's snare. Oppressed with pain, torment with care; Of grief right sure, of joy quite bare, Clean in despair by cruelty. (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. The Lover Rejoiceth (l. 1-4). . . Complete Poems [Sir Thomas Wyatt]. R. A. Rebholz, ed. (1978) Penguin Books.)
My most desire my hand may reach, My will is alway at my hand; Me need not long for to beseech Her that hath power me to command. (Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503?-1542), British poet. The Lover Rejoiceth the Enjoying of His Love (l. 17-20). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)
