| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | The Lover compareth his State to a Ship in perilous Storm tossed on the Sea |
| | | MY galley charged with forgetfulness, | |
| Through sharp seas, in winter nights, doth pass | |
| ’Tween rock and rock; and eke my foe, alas, | |
| That is my lord, steereth with cruelness: | |
| And every hour, a thought in readiness, | 5 |
| As though that death were light in such a case. | |
| An endless wind doth tear the sail apace | |
| Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness; | |
| A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain, | |
| Have done the wearied cords great hinderance: | 10 |
| Wreathed with error, and with ignorance; | |
| The stars be hid that lead me to this pain; | |
| Drown’d is reason that should be my comfort, | |
| And I remain, despairing of the port. | | | | |
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