Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
Songs and EpigramsThe Lover hopeth of better Chance
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The sun returns, that hid was under cloud,
And when fortune hath spit out all her gall,
I trust, good luck to me shall be allowed:
For I have seen a ship in haven fall,
After that storm hath broke both mast and shroud:
The willow eke, that stoopeth with the wind,
Doth rise again, and greater wood doth bind.