M Y lute awake, perform the last
   Labour, that thou and I shall waste,
   And end that I have now begun :
    And when this song is sung and past,
My lute ! be still, for I have done.
    As to be heard where ear is none ;
As lead to grave in marble stone ;
My song may pierce her heart as soon.
Should we then sigh, or sing, or moan ?
No, no, my lute !  for I have done.
    The rocks do not so cruelly
Repulse the waves continually,
As she my suit and affection :
So that I am past remedy ;
Whereby 2 my lute and I have done.
    Proud of the spoil that thou hast got
Of simple hearts through Love's shot,
By whom, unkind, thou hast them won :
Think not he hath his bow forgot,
Although my lute and I have done.
    Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain,
That makest but game on earnest pain ;
Think not alone under the sun
Unquit 3 to cause thy lovers plain ;
Although my lute and I have done.
    May chance thee 4 lie withered and old
The winter nights, that are so cold,
Plaining in vain unto the moon ;
Thy wishes then dare not be told :
Care then who list, for I have done.
    And then may chance thee to repent
The time that thou hast lost and spent,
To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon :
Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,
And wish and want as I have done.
    Now cease, my lute !  this is the last
Labour, that thou and I shall waste ;
And ended is that we begun :
Now is this song both sung and past ;
My lute !  be still, for I have done.

  1  This charming Ode is ascribed to Lord Rochford in
Nugæ Antiquæ, ii.400, edit. Park ; but it is contained in
Sir Thomas Wyatt's own MS, and is signed with his name
in his own handwriting.—Nott's Wyatt, p.20.
  2  Wherefore.
  3  Unacquitted, free.
  4  It may chance you may, &c.

Yeowell, James, Ed. The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt.
London: George Bell and Sons, 1904. 29-30.

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