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SIR THOMAS WYATT,
Of Allington Castle, Kent, styled by Wood “the delight of
“ the Muses, and of Mankind," was born in 1503 ; educated at both universities; a great traveller; possessed all the modern languages; and was often employed by Henry VIII. in foreign missions. Though generally, and justly, in the confidence of his master, he was imprisoned by him on suspicion of a connection with Anne Boleyn, but justified himself, and was restored to favour. Being sent to conduct the ainbassador of Charles V. from Falmouth, he caught a fever on the road by riding too hard in a hot day, and died at Sherborne, where he was
buried in the conventual church, 1511. Besides his minor poems, sonnets, and translations, which
succeed Lord Surrey's in Tottel's miscellany, he composed a poetical version of some of David's psalms, printed in 1549. Lord Surrey's character of these and their author may be seen in three of the subsequent specimens
given from that nobleman, His genius was of the moral and didactic cast; and he may
be considered (says Warton) as the first polished satirist : but his imagination was inferior to that of his friend Surrey; and his love-verses are often filled with conceit and aptithesis.
The Lady to answer directly with yea or no.
Once, I am sure, you will, or no :
And use your wit, and shew it so.
For, with a beck
shall me call; And if of one that burns alway Ye have pitý or ruth at all,
Answer him fair, with yea or nay
If it be yea, I shall be fain ;
If it be nay–friends, as before: You shall another man obtain;
And I, mine own; and yours no more.
The Lover's Case cannot be hidden, however he
Your looks so often cast,
Your eyes so friendly roll'd,
Always one to behold;
1 Jests, or tricks.
Tho' hide it fain
would, It plainly doth declare, Who hath your heart in hold,
And where good-will ye bear.
find a cloak Your burning fire to hide, Yet both the flame and smoke
Breaks out on every side.
Ye cannot love so guide
That it no issue win; Abroad needs must it glide
That brens so hot within.
The Lover determineth to serve faithfully. SINCE Love will needs that I shall love,
Of very force I must agree : And since no chance
Though for good-will I find but hate,
1 So ed. 1.-ed. 1567,“ cruelly.”
And though that still a wretched state
Should pine my days unto the last,
There is no grief, no smart, no wo,
That yet I feel, or after shall,
And, whatsoever me befall,
The Lover prayeth not to be disdained, refused,
mistrusted, nor forsaken. DISDAIN me not without desert,
Nor leave me not so suddenly; Since well ye wot that in my
heart I mean ye nought but honestly.
Refuse me not without cause why:
For think me not to be unjust, Since that by lot of fantasy
This careful knot needs knit I must.
Mistrust me not, though some there be
That fain would spot my stedfastness;
The proof is not as they express.
Forsake me not till I deserve;
Nor hate me not till I offend :
But since ye know what I intend,
Disdain me not that am your own;
Refuse me not that am so true;
Forsake me not now for no new.
Of his Return from Spain. Tagus farewell, that westward with thy streams
Turns up the grains of gold already tried ! For I with spur and sail go seek the Thames,
Gainward the sun that show'th her wealthy pride, And to the town that Brutus sought by dreams,
Like bended moon that leans her lusty side. My king, my country I seek, for whom I live: O, mighty Jove, the winds for this me give!