Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
OdesThe dying Lover complaineth that his Mistress regardeth not his Sufferings
L
Doth strain her voice with doleful note;
Right so sing I with waste of breath,
I die! I die! and you regard it not.
I shall enforce my fainting breath,
That all that hears this deadly note,
Shall know that you dost cause my death,
I die! I die! and you regard it not.
Your unkindness hath sworn my death,
And changed hath my pleasant note
To painful sighs that stop my breath.
I die! I die! and you regard it not.
Consumeth my life, faileth my breath,
Your fault is forger of this note;
Melting in tears a cruel death.
I die! I die! and you regard it not.
My faith with me after my death
Buried shall be, and to this note
I do bequeath my weary breath
To cry, I die! and you regard it not.