Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
Songs and EpigramsThe Lover blameth his Love for renting of the Letter he sent her
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My woful heart, but thus also to rent
The weeping paper that to you I sent;
Whereof each letter was written with a tear?
Could not my present pains, alas, suffice
Your greedy heart? and that my heart doth feel
Torments, that prick more sharper than the steel?
But new and new must to my lot arise.
Use then my death: So shall your cruelty,
Spite of your spite, rid me from all my smart,
And I no more such torments of the heart
Feel as I do: This shall you gain thereby.