BLAME not my Lute! for he must sound For lack of wit the Lute is bound My Lute, alas! doth not offend, To sound such tunes as I intend, 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! BLAME NOT MY LUTE. My Lute and strings may not deny, But wreak thyself some other way; Spite asketh spite, and changing change, Blame but thyself that hast misdone, And well deserved to have blame; But if till then my fingers play, By thy desert their wonted way, Blame not my Lute! Farewell! unknown; for though thou break Strings for to string my Lute again : Blame not my Lute! SIR THOMAS WYAT. |