Sir Thomas Wyatt (150342). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | Songs and Sonnets | Against his Tongue that failed to utter his Suits |
| BECAUSE I still kept thee from lies and blame, | |
And to my power always thee honoured, | |
Unkind tongue! to ill hast thou me rendred, | |
For such desert to do me wreke and shame. | |
In need of succour most when that I am, | 5 |
To ask reward, thou standst like one afraid: | |
Alway most cold, and if one word be said, | |
As in a dream, unperfect is the same. | |
And ye salt tears, against my will each night | |
That are with me, when I would be alone; | 10 |
Then are ye gone when I should make my moan: | |
And ye so ready sighs to make me shright. | |
Then are ye slack when that ye should outstart | |
And only doth my look declare my heart. | | | |
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