Her strangeness when I sued her servant for to be; And what she said, and how she smiled, when that she pitied me. Then comes a sudden fear that riveth1 all my rest, Lest absence cause forgetfulness to sink within her breast. For when I think how far this earth doth us divide, Alas! me-seems love throws me down; I feel how that I slide. But then I think again, 'Why should I thus mistrust So sweet a wight, so sad and wise, that is so true and just? For loath she was to love, and wavering is she not; The farther off the more desired.' Thus lovers tie their knot. So in despair and hope plung'd am I both up and down, As is the ship with wind and wave, when Neptune list to frown: But as the watery showers delay the raging wind, So doth Good-hope clean put away despair out of my mind; And bids me for to serve, and suffer patiently: For what wot I the after weal that fortune wills to me. For those that care do know, and tasted have of trouble, When passed is their woful pain, each joy shall seem them double. And bitter sends she now, to make me taste the better To tear, to rend asunder. The pleasant sweet, when that it comes, to make it seem the sweeter. And so determine I to serve until my breath; Yea, rather die a thousand times, than once to false my faith. And if my feeble corpse, through weight of woful smart Do fail, or faint, my will it is that still she keep my heart. And when this carcass here to earth shall be re far'd,1 I do bequeath my wearied ghost to serve her afterward. THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE. ARTIAL, the things that do attain The equal friend, no grudge, no strife; The mean diet, no delicate3 fare; Referred, to bring back. 2 Moderate. The night discharged of all care, The faithful wife, without debate; PRAISE OF MEAN AND CONSTANT F thy life, Thomas,1 this compass well mark: Not aye with full sails the high seas to beat; Ne by coward dread, in shunning storms dark, Whoso gladly halseth3 the golden mean, The lofty pine the great wind often rives; 1 Sir Thomas Wyatt. 3 Embraceth. 5 Steep cliffs. 2 Damage. 4 Look at scornfully. 6 Adverse fortunes. Hopeth amends: in sweet, doth fear the sour. God that sendeth, withdraweth winter sharp. Now ill, not aye thus: once Phoebus to low'r, With bow unbent, shall cease and frame to harp His voice; in strait estate appear thou stout; PRAISE OF CERTAIN PSALMS OF DAVID, TRANSLATED BY SIR THOMAS [WYATT] THE ELDER. HE great Macedon, that out of Persia chased Darius, of whose huge power all Asia rung; In the rich ark1 Dan Homer's rhymes he placed, Where he doth paint the lively faith, and pure, Where rulers may see in a mirror clear, The bitter fruit of false concupiscence; In Princes' hearts God's scourge imprinted deep, Ought them awake out of their sinful sleep.1 OF THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT. D IVERS thy death do diversely bemoan: Yield Cæsar's tears upon Pompeius' head. As Pyramus did on Thisbe's breast bewail. Mr. Warton thinks that "probably the last lines may contain an oblique allusion to some of the amours of King Henry VIII." 2 Being alive. 3 Fall down. |