THE LOVER HOPETH OF BETTER CHANCE.

H E is not dead, that sometime had a fall,
  The sun returns, that hid was under
           cloud,
And when fortune hath spit out all her gall,
I trust good luck to me shall be allowed :
For I have seen a ship in haven fall,
After that storm hath broke both mast and shroud ;
    The willowe eke, that stoopeth with the wind,
Doth rise again, and greater wood doth bind.



[a ship in haven fall—a ship reach harbor]
[shroud—sail]
[eke—also]



Source:
Yeowell, James, Ed. The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt.
London: George Bell and Sons, 1904. 175.




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