| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Rondeaux | | The abused Lover resolveth to forget his unkind Mistress |
| | | WHAT no, perdie! ye may be sure! | |
| Think not to make me to your lure, | |
| With words and chere so contrarying, | |
| Sweet and sower countre-weighing, | |
| Too much it were still to endure. | 5 |
| Truth is tried, where craft is in ure, | |
| But though ye have had my heartes cure, | |
| Trow ye! I dote without ending? | |
| What no, perdie! | |
| Though that with pain I do procure | 10 |
| For to forget that once was pure; | |
| Within my heart shall still that thing | |
| Unstable, unsure, and wavering, | |
| Be in my mind without recure? | |
| What no, perdie! | 15 | | | |
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