Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Thomas Wyatt
Farewell, love, and all thy laws forever,
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore
To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavor.
In blind error when I did persever,
Thy sharp repulse that pricketh aye so sore
Taught me in trifles that I set no store,
But scape forth, since liberty is lever.
Therefore, farewell, go trouble younger hearts,
And in me claim no more authority;
With idle youth go use thy property,
And thereon spend thy many brittle darts.
For hitherto though I have lost my time,
Me list no longer rotten boughs to climb.