The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt: With a Memoir and Critical DissertationJ. Nichol, 1858 - 211 pages |
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... wise Sir Henry Wyatt , but appointed him one of his Privy Councillors , and afterwards one of the executors to his will . In the year 1493 , we find him rich enough to purchase the estate of Allington , near Maidstone , in Kent , which ...
... wise Sir Henry Wyatt , but appointed him one of his Privy Councillors , and afterwards one of the executors to his will . In the year 1493 , we find him rich enough to purchase the estate of Allington , near Maidstone , in Kent , which ...
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... wise nobility did not once look ; they looked at the evidence , in which they weighed , I suppose , the malice of his accusers , the unlikelihood of the things hanging to- gether , and , chiefly of all , the substance of the matter and ...
... wise nobility did not once look ; they looked at the evidence , in which they weighed , I suppose , the malice of his accusers , the unlikelihood of the things hanging to- gether , and , chiefly of all , the substance of the matter and ...
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... wise men , had no counsel but my own foolish head , a great zeal that the King might be well served by me , a great fear lest anything should quail through my fault . This solicitude , this care troubled me . Mason , Blage , Mr Hobby ...
... wise men , had no counsel but my own foolish head , a great zeal that the King might be well served by me , a great fear lest anything should quail through my fault . This solicitude , this care troubled me . Mason , Blage , Mr Hobby ...
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... wise , so learned , and so good a prince : but if it should fall into an evil prince , that it were a sore rod . " I suppose I have not missaid in that : For all powers , namely absolute , are sore rods when they fall into evil men's ...
... wise , so learned , and so good a prince : but if it should fall into an evil prince , that it were a sore rod . " I suppose I have not missaid in that : For all powers , namely absolute , are sore rods when they fall into evil men's ...
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... wise ; And I am not of such manner condition ; But treated after a diverse fashion ; And thereupon my diverseness doth rise . But you , this diverseness that blamen most , Change you no more , but still after one rate Treat you me well ...
... wise ; And I am not of such manner condition ; But treated after a diverse fashion ; And thereupon my diverseness doth rise . But you , this diverseness that blamen most , Change you no more , but still after one rate Treat you me well ...
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Page 27 - Dear heart, how like you this ? ' It was no dream ; for I lay broad awaking : But all is turned, thorough my gentleness, Into a strange fashion of forsaking ; And I have leave to go of her goodness, And she also to use new-fangleness : But since that I so kindly am served, I would fain know what she hath deserved.
Page 25 - Now cease, my lute, this is the last 'Labour, that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past ; My lute, be still, for I have done.
Page 27 - That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once...
Page 24 - My lute, awake, perform the last Labour, that thou and I shall waste; And end that I have now begun : And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done. As to be heard where ear is none; As lead to grave in marble stone; My song may pierce her heart as soon.
Page 176 - This maketh me at home to hunt and hawk. And in foul weather at my book to sit, In frost and snow then with my bow to stalk: No man doth mark whereso I ride or go, In lusty leas at liberty I walk, And of these news I feel nor weal nor woe, Save that a clog doth hang yet at my heel.
Page 90 - To sing to them that heareth me; Then though my songs be somewhat plain, And toucheth some that use to feign, Blame not my Lute! My Lute and strings may not deny, But as I strike they must obey: Break not them then so wrongfully, But wreak thyself some other way; And though the songs which I indite Do quit thy change with rightful spite, Blame not my Lute!
Page 24 - And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done. As to be heard where ear is none, As lead to grave in marble stone, My Song may pierce her heart as soon. Should we then sigh, or sing, or moan? No, no, my lute, for I have done.
Page 130 - Was never bird tangled in lime That brake away in better time, Than I, that rotten boughs did climb, And had no hurt, but scaped free. Now ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty.
Page 102 - That hath loved thee so long, In wealth and woe among ? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart, Never for to depart, Neither for pain nor smart; And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee?
Page 27 - Therewith all sweetly did me kiss, And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?