OF SUCH AS HAD FORSAKEN HIM UX !  my fair falcon, and thy fellows all ;   How well pleasant it were your liberty !   Ye not forsake me that fair might you fall. But they that sometime liked my company, Like lice away from dead bodies they crawl : Lo !  what a proof in light adversity !     But ye, my birds, I swear by all your bells,     Ye be my friends, and very few else. Source: Yeowell, James, Ed. The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt. London: George Bell and Sons, 1904. 174. to the Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt Site copyright ©1996-2007 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on August 28, 2000. Last updated February 7, 2007.