The Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt


Tottel's Miscellany (1557)
Complete - UMichigan


Songs and Sonnets
The Long Love That in My Thought Doth HarborAudio
Yet was I never of your love aggrievedAudio
Was never file yet half so well yfiled
The lively sparks that issue from those eyes
Such vain thought as wonted to mislead me
Unstable dream, according to the placeAudio
Yet that in love find luck and sweet abundance
If waker care ; if sudden pale colour
Caesar, when that the traitor of EgyptAudio
Each man me telleth I change most my devise
Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight
Because I still kept thee from lies and blame
I find no peace, and all my war is done
My Galley charged with forgetfulnessAudio
Avising the bright beams of those fair eyes
My love to scorn, my service to retainAudio
Such is the course that nature's kind hath wrought
Ever my hap is slack and slow in coming
Love, Fortune, and my mind which do rememberAudio
How oft have I, my dear and cruel foe
Like unto these unmeasurable mountains
If amorous faith, or if a heart unfeigned
My heart I gave thee, not to do it painAudio
The flaming sighs that boil within my breast
The pillar perish'd is whereto I leant
Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever
Whoso list to hunt? I know where is an hindAudio
Divers doth useAudio
I abide, and abide ; and better abideAudio
Though I myself be bridled of my mind
To rail or jest, ye know I use it notAudio

RONDEAUX
Behold, Love, thy power how she despiseth
What 'vaileth truth, or by it to take pain ?
Go, burning sighs, unto the frozen heart
Ye old mule ! that think yourself so fair

ODES
My Lute Awake!
Once, As Methought, Fortune Me Kissed
They Flee From MeAudio
The restful place ! renewer of my smart
It may be good, like it who list
In faith I wot not what to say
There Was Never Nothing More Me Pained
Patience ! though I have not
Though I Cannot Your Cruelty Constrain
Blame Not My Lute
My Pen ! Take Pain
The heart and service to you proffer'd
Is It Possible?
And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus?
Since so ye please to hear me plain
Forget Not Yet The Tried Intent
What Should I Say!

Songs and Epigrams
Sometime I fled the fire that me so brent
The Furious Gun
Of Such As Had Forsaken Him [Lux ! my fair falcon]
The Lover Hopeth of Better Chance [He is not dead, that sometime had a fall]
Description of a Gun [Vulcan begat me]
Of the Feigned Friend. [Right true it is]
The Courtier's Life [In court to serve]
Of the Mean and Sure Estate [Stand, whoso list, upon the slipper wheel]
Of Dissembling Words [Throughout the world]
Madam, Withouten Many Words
A Riddle of a Gift Given By a Lady [A lady gave me a gift]
Speak thou and speed

Satires
Of the Mean and Sure Estate, Written to John Poins [My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin]
Mine Own John Poynz
A spending hand

Other
V. Innocentia Veritas Viat Fides Circumdederunt me inimici meiAudio
With Serving Still



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