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Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.

Songs and Epigrams

The Lover professeth himself constant

WITHIN my breast I never thought it gain

Of gentle minds the freedom for to lose;

Nor in my heart sank never such disdain,

To be a forger, faults for to disclose:

Nor I cannot endure the truth to glose,

To set a gloss upon an earnest pain:

Nor I am not in number one of those

That list to blow retreat to every train.