The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt: With a Memoir

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Little, Brown, 1854 - 244 pages
 

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Page xv - Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, , And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
Page 31 - They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle tame and meek That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better, but once...
Page 19 - I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind, Draw from the deer; but as she fleeth afore Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt As well as I, may spend his time in vain!
Page 111 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame. And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! 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...
Page 31 - What earthly thing more can I crave? What would I wish more at my will? Nothing on earth more would I have, Save that I have to have it still.
Page 18 - A RENOUNCING OF LOVE. 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 endeavor.
Page xxxi - This maketh me at home to hunt and hawk, And in foul weather at my book to sit, In frost and snow then with my bow to stalk. No man doth mark whereso I ride or go. In lusty leas at liberty I walk, And of these news I feel nor weal nor woe, Save that a clog doth hang yet at my heel.
Page 32 - Dear heart how like you this?' It was no dream; I lay broad waking; But all is turned, thorough my gentleness, Into a strange fashion of forsaking; And I have leave to go of her goodness, And she also to use newfangleness.
Page 180 - And use your wit, and shew it so : For with a beck you shall me call ; And if of one, that burns alway, Ye have pity or ruth at all, Answer him fair with yea or nay. If it be yea, I shall be fain ; If it be nay, friends as before ; You shall another man obtain, And I, mine own, and yours no more.
Page xxxii - But here I am in Kent and Christendom, Among the Muses, where I read and rhyme; Where if thou list, my Poynz, for to come, Thou shalt be judge how I do spend my time.

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