| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | The Lover laments the Death of his Love |
| | | THE PILLAR perish’d is whereto I leant, | |
| The strongest stay of mine unquiet mind; | |
| The like of it no man again can find, | |
| From east to west still seeking though he went, | |
| To mine unhap. For hap away hath rent | 5 |
| Of all my joy the very bark and rind: | |
| And I, alas, by chance am thus assign’d | |
| Daily to mourn, till death do it relent. | |
| But since that thus it is by destiny, | |
| What can I more but have a woful heart; | 10 |
| My pen in plaint, my voice in careful cry, | |
| My mind in woe, my body full of smart; | |
| And I myself, myself always to hate, | |
| Till dreadful death do ease by doleful state. | | | | |
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