falcon woodcut

OF SUCH AS HAD FORSAKEN HIM

L 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.




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