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Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42).  The Poetical Works.  1880.
 
Odes
The Lover prayeth that his long Sufferings may at length find Recompense
 
  YE know my heart, my Lady dear!
That since the time I was your thrall
I have been yours both whole and clear,
Though my reward hath been but small;
So am I yet, and more than all.        5
And ye know well how I have serv’d,
As if ye prove it shall appear,
How well, how long,
How faithfully!
And suffered wrong,        10
How patiently!
Then since that I have never swerv’d,
Let not my pains be undeserv’d.
  Ye know also, though ye say nay,
That you alone are my desire;        15
And you alone it is that may
Assuage my fervent flaming fire.
Succour me then I you require!
Ye know it were a just request,
Since ye do cause my heat, I say,        20
If that I burn,
It will ye warm,
And not to turn,
All to my harm,
Lending such flame from frozen breast        25
Against nature for my unrest.
  And I know well how scornfully
Ye have mista’en my true intent;
And hitherto how wrongfully,
I have found cause for to repent.        30
But if your heart doth not relent,
Since I do know that this ye know,
Ye shall slay me all wilfully.
For me, and mine,
And all I have,        35
Ye may assign,
To spill or save.
Why are ye then so cruel foe
Unto your own, that loves you so?
 
 
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