Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
OdesHe rejoiceth the obtaining the Favour of the Mistress of his Heart
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And pleasanter it is thereby;
Fortune likewise that often turns,
Hath made me now the most happy.
The Heaven that pitied my distress,
My just desire, and my cry;
Hath made my languor to cease,
And me also the most happy.
Whereto dispaired ye, my friends?
My trust alway in her did lie
That knoweth what my thought intends;
Whereby I live the most happy.
Lo! what can take hope from that heart,
That is assured steadfastly;
Hope therefore ye that live in smart,
Whereby I am the most happy.
And I that have felt of your pain
Shall pray to God continually,
To make your hope, your health retain,
And me also the most happy.