Treasure Island

Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

Farewell, 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 endeavour.
In blind error when I did persever,
Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore,
Hath taught me to set in trifles no store,
And scape forth, since liberty is lever.
Therefore farewell, go trouble younger hearts,
And in me claim no more authority;
With idle youth go use thy property,
And thereon spend thy many brittle darts.
For, hitherto though I've lost my time,
Me lusteth no longer rotten boughs to climb.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Ken E Hall (4/11/2013 4:28:00 AM)

    Farewell to a love like hell hooks an' all...Henry would have loved this! Fodder to give more work to his busy chopper. (Report) Reply

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