THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY. PART THE FIRST. THE LOVER COMPLAINETH OF THE UN KINDNESS OF HIS LOVE. BY SIR THOMAS WYATT. My lute, awake; perform the last Labour that thou and I fhall waft, * And ende that I have now begunne; And when this fong is song and past, My lute, be ftyll; for I have done. Born 1503; dyed 1541.- To diftinguish him from another of the name, he is ufually called Sir Thomas Wyats the elder. As to be heard where eare is none, My fong may pearce her hart as foon; The rocks do not fo cruelly As fhe my fuite and affection; So that I am past remedy, Whereby my lute and I have done. Proude of the fpoyle that thou hast gotte 10 15 By whome, unkind, thou haft them wonne; Think not he hath his bow forgott, Although my lute and I have done. Vengeance shall fall on thy disdaine, 20 Although my lute and I have done. 25 May 'chance' thee lye withred and old, Thy wishes then dare not be told, V. 26. chanced. 30 And then may chaunce thee to repent To cause thy lovers fighe and fwone; Now cease, my lute; this is the last And ended is that we begonne; 35 40 PRISONER IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED. BY HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY. So cruell prison howe could betyde, alas ! Have myft the ball, and gote fighte of our dame, 15 * Born 15..; beheaded 1546. V. 6. trove. |