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Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42).  The Poetical Works.  1880.
Of Fortune, Love, and Fantasy
IT was my choice; it was no chance
That brought my heart in other’s hold;
Whereby it hath had sufferance
Longer, perdie, than reason would.
Since I it bound where it was free        5
Methinks, y-wis, of right it should
            Accepted be.
Accepted be without refuse;
Unless that Fortune have the power
All right of love for to abuse.        10
For as they say one happy hour
May more prevail than right or might;
If Fortune then list for to lower,
            What ’vaileth right?
What ’vaileth right if this be true!        15
Then trust to chance, and go by guess;
Then who so loveth may well go sue
Uncertain hope for his redress.
Yet some would say assuredly
Thou mayst appeal for thy release        20
            To Fantasy.
To Fantasy pertains to choose.
All this I know: for Fantasy
First unto love did me induce;
But yet I know as steadfastly,        25
That if love have no faster knot,
So nice a choice slips suddenly;
            It lasteth not.
It lasteth not, that stands by change;
Fancy doth change; Fortune is frail;        30
Both these to please the way is strange.
Therefore methinks best to prevail,
There is no way that is so just
As truth to lead; the other fail,
            And thereto trust.        35

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