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Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.

Odes

That nothing may assuage his Pain save only his Lady’s Favour

IF with complaint the pain might be express’d

That inwardly doth cause me sigh and groan;

Your hard heart, and your cruel breast

Should sigh and plain for my unrest;

And though it were of stone,

Yet should remorse cause it relent and moan.

But since it is so far out of measure,

That with my words I can it not contain,

My only trust! my heart’s treasure!

Alas! why do I still endure

This restless smart and pain?

Since if ye list ye may my woe restrain.