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Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42).  The Poetical Works.  1880.
The Lover’s sorrowful State maketh him write sorrowful Songs, but such his Love may change the same
  MARVEL no more although
The songs, I sing, do moan;
For other life than woe,
I never proved none.
  And in my heart also        5
Is graven with letters deep,
A thousand sighs and mo,
A flood of tears to weep.
  How may a man in smart
Find matter to rejoice?        10
How may a mourning heart
Set forth a pleasant voice?
  Play, who so can, that part,
Needs must in me appear
How fortune overthwart        15
Doth cause my mourning cheer.
  Perdie there is no man,
If he saw never sight,
That perfectly tell can
The nature of the light.        20
  Alas, how should I than,
That never taste but sour,
But do as I began,
Continually to lour.
  But yet perchance some chance        25
May chance to change my tune,
And when such chance doth chance,
Then shall I thank fortune.
  And if I have such chance,
Perchance ere it be long,        30
For such a pleasant chance,
To sing some pleasant song.

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