The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt
by Thomas Wyatt (9781458930903)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Nor I may not sustain such wrong That ye my love despise. 4 I may not sigh in sorrow deep, Nor wail the want of love; Nor I may neither crouch nor creep Where it doth not behove. 5 But I of force must needs forsake My faith so fondly set; And from henceforth must undertake Such folly to forget. 6 Now must I seek some other ways Myself for to withsave; And as I trust by mine essays Some remedy to have. 7 I ask none other remedy To recompense my wrong; But once to have the liberty That I have lack'd so long. THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTEESS NOT TO FORGET HIS STEADFAST FAITH AND TRUE INTENT. 1 Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet 2 Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan 1' Withsave: ' preserve. The suit, the service none tell can; Forget not yet 3 Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways, The painful patience in delays, Forget not yet 4 Forget not oh forget not this, How long ago hath been, and is The mind that never meant amiss, Forget not yet 5 Forget not then thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved: Forget not this HE BEWAILS THE PAIN HE ENDURES WHEN BANISHED FROM THE MISTRESS OF HIS HEART. 0 Miserable sorrow, withouten cure If it please thee, lo to have me thus suffer, At least yet let her know what I endure, And this my last voice carry thou thither, Where lived my hope, now dead for ever: For as ill grievous is my banishment, As was my pleasure when she was present. HE COMPARES HIS SUFFERINGS TO THOSE OF TANTALUS. The fruit of all the service that I serve Despair doth reap; suc...

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