THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS.

NOT TO FORGET HIS STEADFAST FAITH

AND TRUE INTENT.


F ORGET not yet the tried intent
  Of such a truth as I have meant ;
  My great travail so gladly spent,
                   Forget not yet !
Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye know, since whan
The suit, the service none tell can ;
                   Forget not yet !
Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in delays,
                   Forget not yet !
Forget not ! oh !  forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is
The mind that never meant amiss
                   Forget not yet !
Forget not then thine own approv'd,
The which so long hath thee so lov'd,
Whose steadfast faith yet never mov'd :
                   Forget not this !



Source:
Yeowell, James, Ed. The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt.
London: George Bell and Sons, 1904. 123.




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