| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | How unpossible it is to find quiet in Love |
| | | EVER my hap is slack and slow in coming, | |
| Desire increasing, ay my hope uncertain | |
| With doubtful love, that but increaseth pain; | |
| For, tiger like, so swift it is in parting. | |
| Alas! the snow black shall it be and scalding, | 5 |
| The sea waterless, and fish upon the mountain, | |
| The Thames shall back return into his fountain, | |
| And where he rose the sun shall take lodging, | |
| Ere I in this find peace or quietness; | |
| Or that Love, or my Lady, right-wisely, | 10 |
| Leave to conspire against me wrongfully. | |
| And if I have after such bitterness, | |
| One drop of sweet, my mouth is out of taste, | |
| That all my trust and travail is but waste. | | | | |
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