Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
OdesThat Unkindness hath slain his poor true Heart
I
Than I have in my heart;
Whereso it is, it doth come fro’,
And in my breast there doth it grow,
For to increase my smart.
Alas! I am receipt of every care;
And of my life each sorrow claims his part.
Who list to live in quietness
By me let him beware.
For I by high disdain
Am made without redress;
And unkindness, alas! hath slain
My poor true heart, all comfortless.