Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt

Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ...not suffice; And though with Indian stones, a thousand fold More precious than can thyself devise, Ycharged were thy back; thy covetise, And busy biting yet should never let Thy wretched life, ne do thy death profet. THE FAITHFUL LOVER GIVETH TO HIS MISTRESS HIS HEART AS HIS BEST AND J ONLY TREASURE. THO seek each where where man doth live, -L The sea, the land, the rock, the clive,1 France, Spain, and Inde, and everywhere; Is none a greater gift to give, Less set by oft, and is so lief and dear, Dare I well say, than that I give to year. I cannot give broaches nor rings, These goldsmith work, and goodly things, Pierrie,2 nor pearl, orient and clear; But for all that can no man bring Lieffer jewel unto his lady dear, Dare I well say, than that I give to year. Nor I seek not to fetch it far; Worse is it not though it be narr, And as it is, it doth appear Uncounterfeit mistrust to bar. It is both whole, and pure, withouten peer, Dare I will say, the gift I give to year. To thee therefore the same retain; The like of thee to have again France would I give, if mine it were. Is none alive in whom doth reign Lesser disdain; freely therefore lo! here Dare I well give, I say, my heart to year. A DESCRIPTION OF THE SORROW OF TRUE LOVERS' PARTING. 'T'HEIIE was never nothing more me pained, -Nor more my pity moved, 1 Cliff.-This year. In some of the provincial dialects to is used to express of, for, and at, 3 Precious stones. As when my sweetheart her complained, That ever she me loved. Alas! the while! With piteous look she said, and sight,1 'Alas! what aileth me? To love, and set my wealth so light, On him that loveth not me; Alas! the while! 'Was I not well void of all pain, When that nothing me grieved? And now with sorrows I must complain, Arid...show more

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  • Paperback | 80 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 159g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236862554
  • 9781236862556