Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

Madam, Withouten Many Words

Poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Madam, withouten many words
Once I am sure ye will or no ...
And if ye will, then leave your bourds
And use your wit and show it so,
And with a beck ye shall me call;
And if of one that burneth alway
Ye have any pity at all,
Answer him fair with & {.} or nay.
If it be &, {.} I shall be fain;
If it be nay, friends as before;
Ye shall another man obtain,
And I mine own and yours no more.

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (5/5/2014 4:38:00 AM)

    Nice piece of writing sir(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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