THE LOVER CONFESSETH HIM IN LOVE

WITH PHYLLIS.


I F waker1 care ; if sudden pale colour ;
   If many sighs, with little speech to plain :
   Now joy, now woe, if they my chere
                        distain ;
For hope of small, if much to fear therfore ;
To haste, or slack, my pace to less, or more :
Be sign of love, then do I love again.
If thou ask whom : sure, since I did refrain
Brunet, that set my wealth in such a roar,
Th' unfeigned cheer of Phyllis hath the place
That Brunet had ; she hath, and ever shall.
She from my self now hath me in her grace ;
She hath in hand my wit, my will, and all.
    My heart alone well worthy she doth stay,
    Without whose help scant do I live a day.


1  Wakeful.



Source:
Yeowell, James, Ed. The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt.
London: George Bell and Sons, 1904. 6.




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