| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). 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 rend’red, | |
| For such desert to do me wreke and shame. | |
| In need of succour most when that I am, | 5 |
| To ask reward, thou stand’st 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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