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Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42).  The Poetical Works.  1880.
The Lover praiseth the Beauty of his Lady’s Hand
  O GOODLY hand,
  Wherein doth stand
My heart distract in pain:
  Dear hand, alas!
  In little space        5
My life thou dost restrain.
  O fingers slight,
  Departed right,
So long, so small, so round!
  Goodly begone,        10
  And yet a bone
Most cruel in my wound.
  With lilies white
  And roses bright
Doth strain thy colour fair:        15
  Nature did lend
  Each finger’s end
A pearl for to repair.
  Consent at last,
  Since that thou hast        20
My heart in thy demain,
  For service true
  On me to rue,
And reach me love again.
  And if not so        25
  There with more woe
Enforce thyself to strain
  This simple heart,
  That suffered smart,
And rid it out of pain.        30

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