The Lover complaineth that deadly Sickness cannot help his Affection. Songs and Epigrams. Sir Thomas Wyatt. 1880. The Poetical Works

Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.

Songs and Epigrams

The Lover complaineth that deadly Sickness cannot help his Affection


THE ENEMY of life, decayer of all kind,
That with his cold withers away the green,
This other night me in my bed did find,
And offer’d me to rid my fever clean;
And I did grant, so did despair me blind:	5
He drew his bow with arrow sharp and keen.
And strake the place where Love had hit before;
And drave the first dart deeper more and more.