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
What should I say,
Since faith is dead,
And truth away
From you is fled?
Should I be led
With doubleness?
Nay, nay, mistress!
I promised you,
And you promised me,
To be as true
As I would be.
But since I see
Your double heart,
Farewell my part!
Though for to take
It is not my mind,
But to forsake
[One so unkind]
And as I find,
So will I trust:
Farewell, unjust!
Can ye say nay?
But you said
That I alway
Should be obeyed?
And thus betrayed
Or that I wiste--
Farewell, unkissed.