Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
Songs and SonnetsThe Lover having dreamed enjoying of his Love, complaineth that the Dream is not either longer or truer
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Be steadfast once, or else at least be true:
By tasted sweetness make me not to rue
The sudden loss of thy false, feigned grace.
By good respect, in such a dangerous case,
Thou broughtest not her into these tossing seas;
But madest my sprite to live, my care t’ encrease,
My body in tempest her delight t’embrace.
The body dead, the spirit had his desire;
Painless was th’ one, th’ other in delight.
Why then, alas, did it not keep it right,
But thus return to leap into the fire;
And where it was at wish, could not remain?
Such mocks of dreams do turn to deadly pain.