Sir Thomas Wyatt
Poems
The longlove that in my thought doth harbour
The long love that in my thought doth harbour | ||
And in mine heart doth keep his residence | ||
Into my face presseth with bold pretence | ||
And therein campeth spreading his banner | ||
5 | She that me learneth to love and suffer | |
And will that my trust and lusts negligence | ||
Be reined by reason shame and reverence | ||
With his hardiness taketh displeasure | ||
Wherewithal unto the hearts forest he fleeth | ||
10 | Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry | |
And there him hideth and not appeareth | ||
What may I do when my master feareth | ||
But in the field with him to live and die | ||
For good is the life ending faithfully | ||
They flee from me that sometime did me seek | ||
They flee from me that sometime did me seek | ||
With naked foot stalking in my chamber | ||
I have seen them gentle tame and meek | ||
That now are wild and do not remember | ||
5 | That sometime they put themself in danger | |
To take bread at my hand and now they range | ||
Busily seeking with a continual change | ||
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise | ||
Twenty times better but once in special | ||
10 | In thin array after a pleasant guise | |
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall | ||
And she me caught in her arms long and small | ||
Therewithal sweetly did me kiss | ||
And softly said dear heart how like you this | ||
15 | It was no dream I lay broad waking | |
But all is turned thorough my gentleness | ||
Into a strange fashion of forsaking | ||
And I have leave to go of her goodness | ||
And she also to use newfangleness | ||
20 | But since that I so kindly am served | |
I would fain know what she has deserved | ||
Each man me telleth I change most my device | ||
Each man me telleth I change most my device | ||
And on my faith me think it good reason | ||
To change propose like after the season | ||
For in every case to keep still one guise | ||
5 | Is meet for them that would be taken wise | |
And I am not of such manner condition | ||
But treated after a diverse fashion | ||
And thereupon my diverseness doth rise | ||
But you that blame this diverseness most | ||
10 | Change you no more but still after one rate | |
Treat ye me well and keep ye in the same state | ||
And while with me doth dwell this wearied ghost | ||
My word nor I shall not be variable | ||
But always one your own both firm and stable | ||
Whoso list to hunt I know where is an hind | ||
Whoso list to hunt I know where is an hind | ||
But as for me helas I may no more | ||
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore | ||
I am of them that farthest cometh behind | ||
5 | Yet may I by no means my wearied mind | |
Draw from the deer but as she fleeth afore | ||
Fainting I follow I leave off therefore | ||
Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind | ||
Who list her hunt I put him out of doubt | ||
10 | As well as I may spend his time in vain | |
And graven with diamonds in letters plain | ||
There is written her fair neck round about | ||
Noli me tangere for Caesars I am | ||
And wild for to hold though I seem tame | ||
Mine own John Poyntz since ye delight to know | ||
Mine own John Poyntz since ye delight to know | ||
The cause why that homeward I me draw | ||
And flee the press of courts whereso they go, | ||
Rather than to live thrall under the awe | ||
5 | Of lordly looks, wrapped within my cloak, | |
To will and lust learning to set a law, | ||
It is not for because I scorn or mock | ||
The power of them to whom fortune hath lent | ||
Charge over us, of right to strike the stroke, | ||
10 | But true it is that I have always meant | |
Less to esteem them than the common sort, | ||
Of outward things that judge in their intent | ||
Without regard what doth inward resort. | ||
I grant sometime that of glory the fire | ||
15 | Doth touch my heart, me list not to report | |
Blame by honour, and honour to desire, | ||
But how may I this honour now attain | ||
That cannot dye the colour black a liar? | ||
My Poyntz I cannot frame my tongue to feign | ||
20 | To cloak the truth for praise without desert | |
Of them that list all vice for to retain. | ||
I cannot honour them that sets their part | ||
With Venus and Bacchus all their life long | ||
Nor hold my peace of them although I smart. | ||
25 | I cannot crouch nor kneel to do so great a wrong | |
To worship them like God on earth alone | ||
That are as wolves these seely lambs among. | ||
I cannot with my word complain and moan | ||
And suffer nought nor smart without complaint | ||
30 | Nor turn the word that from my mouth is gone. | |
I cannot speak and look like a saint | ||
Use wiles for wit and make deceit a pleasure | ||
And call craft counsel, for profit still to paint. | ||
I cannot wrest the law to fill the coffer, | ||
35 | With innocent blood to feed myself fat | |
And do most hurt where most help I offer. | ||
I am not he that can allow the state | ||
Of him Caesar and damn Cato to die, | ||
That with his death did scape out of the gate | ||
40 | From Caesars hands, if Livy do not lie, | |
And would not live where liberty was lost | ||
So did his heart the common weal apply. | ||
I am not he such eloquence to boast | ||
To make the crow singing as the swan | ||
45 | Nor call the lion of coward beasts the most | |
That cannot take a mouse as the cat can, | ||
And he that dieth for hunger of the gold | ||
Call him Alexander, and say that Pan | ||
Passeth Apollo in music manifold, | ||
50 | Praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale | |
And scorn the story that the knight told, | ||
Praise him for counsel that is drunk of ale | ||
Grin when he laugheth that beareth all the sway | ||
Frown when he frowneth and groan when he is pale, | ||
55 | On others lust to hang both night and day. | |
None of these points would ever frame in me, | ||
My wit is nought, I cannot learn the way, | ||
And much the less of things that greater be | ||
That asken help of colours of device | ||
60 | To join the mean with each extremity, | |
With the nearest virtue to cloak alway the vice, | ||
And, as to purpose likewise it shall fall, | ||
To press the virtue that it may not rise. | ||
As drunkenness good fellowship to call, | ||
65 | The friendly foe with his double face | |
Say he is gentle and courteous therewithal, | ||
And say that Favel hath a goodly grace | ||
In eloquence, and cruelty to name | ||
Zeal of justice and change in time and place, | ||
70 | And he that sufferth offence without blame | |
Call him pitiful, and him true and plain | ||
That raileth reckless to every mans shame, | ||
Say he is rude that cannot lie and feign | ||
The lecher a lover, and tyranny | ||
75 | To be the right of a princes reign. | |
I cannot, I, no, no, it will not be. | ||
This is the cause that I could never yet | ||
Hang on their sleeves that weigh as thou mayst see | ||
A chip of chance more than a pound of wit. | ||
80 | This maketh me at home to hunt and to hawk | |
And in foul weather at my book to sit, | ||
In frost and snow then with my bow to stalk, | ||
No man doth mark whereso I ride or go, | ||
In lusty leas at liberty I walk | ||
85 | And of these news I feel nor weal nor woe | |
Save that a clog doth hang yet at my heel, | ||
No force for that, for it is ordered so | ||
That I may leap both hedge and dike full well. | ||
I am not now in France to judge the wine | ||
90 | With savoury sauce the delicates to feel; | |
Nor yet in Spain where one must him incline, | ||
Rather than to be, outwardly to seem, | ||
I meddle not with wits that be so fine; | ||
Nor Flanders cheer letteth not my sight to deem | ||
95 | Of black and white nor taketh my wit away | |
With beastliness, they beasts do so esteem; | ||
Nor I am not where Christ is given in prey | ||
For money poison and treason at Rome, | ||
A common practice used night and day. | ||
100 | But here I am in Kent and Christendom | |
Among the Muses where I read and rhyme, | ||
Where if thou list my Poyntz for to come, | ||
Thou shalt be judge how I do spend my time. | ||
Robert Clark