Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542 / Kent / England)

''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!''

''Blame but thyself that hast misdone,
And well deserved to have blame;
Change thou thy way so evil begun,
And then my lute shall sound that same:
But if till then my fingers play
By thy desert their wonted way,
Blame not my lute.''

''Divers doth use, as I have heard and know,
(When that to change their ladies do begin),
To mourn and wail and never for to lin,
Hoping thereby to pease their painful woe.''

''But let it pass, and think it is of kind
That often change doth please a woman's mind.''

''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.''

''Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh ay so sore,
Hath taught me to set in trifles no store,
and scape forth, since liberty is lever.''

''Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My great travail so gladly spent
Forget not yet!''

''Help me to seek, for I lost it there
And if that ye have found it, ye that be here,
And seek to convey it secretly,
Handle it soft and treat it tenderly,
Or else it will plain and then appear:''

''If in the world there be more woe
Than I have in my heart,
Whereso it is, it doth come fro,
And in my breast there doth it grow,''

''Is it possible
That any may find
Within one heart so diverse mind,
To change or turn as weather and wind?
Is it possible?''