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Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42).  The Poetical Works.  1880.
The Lover sendeth his Complaints and Tears to sue for Grace
  PASS forth, my wonted cries,
Those cruel ears to pierce,
Which in most hateful wise
Do still my plaints reverse.
Do you, my tears, also        5
So wet her barren heart,
That pity there may grow,
And cruelty depart.
  For though hard rocks among
She seems to have been bred,        10
And of the tiger long
Been nourished and fed;
Yet shall not nature change,
If pity once win place;
Whom as unknown and strange        15
She now away doth chase.
  And as the water soft,
Without forcing or strength,
Where that it falleth oft
Hard stones doth pierce at length:        20
So in her stony heart
My plaints at last shall grave,
And, rigour set apart,
Win grant of that I crave.
  Wherefore, my plaints, present        25
Still so to her my suit,
As ye, through her assent,
May bring to me some fruit.
And as she shall me prove,
So bid her me regard;        30
And render love for love;
Which is a just reward.

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