Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

With Serving Still - Poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt

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With serving still
This I have won,
For my goodwill
To be undone.

And for redress
Of all my pain,
Disdainfulness
I have again.

And for reward
Of all my smart,
Lo, thus unheard,
I must depart.

Wherefore all ye
That after shall
By fortune be,
As I am, thrall,

Example take
What I have won,
Thus for her sake
To be undone.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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