| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Odes | | That nothing may assuage his Pain save only his Lady’s Favour |
| | | IF with complaint the pain might be express’d | |
| That inwardly doth cause me sigh and groan; | |
| Your hard heart, and your cruel breast | |
| Should sigh and plain for my unrest; | |
| And though it were of stone, | 5 |
| Yet should remorse cause it relent and moan. | |
| But since it is so far out of measure, | |
| That with my words I can it not contain, | |
| My only trust! my heart’s treasure! | |
| Alas! why do I still endure | 10 |
| This restless smart and pain? | |
| Since if ye list ye may my woe restrain. | | | | |
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