Madame, Withouten Many Words Poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt
Madame, Withouten Many Words
Madame, 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 you shall me call,
And if of one that burneth alway
Ye have any pity at all,
Answer him fair with yea or nay.
If it be yea, 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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4/16/2024 4:17:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
........wonderful and direct, sometimes this is what a girl wants...I like this ★