| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Rondeaux | | The Lover sendeth Sighs to move his Suit |
| | | GO, burning sighs, unto the frozen heart, | |
| To break the ice, which pity’s painful dart | |
| Might never pierce: and if that mortal prayer | |
| In heaven be heard, at least yet I desire | |
| That death or mercy end my woful smart. | 5 |
| Take with thee pain, whereof I have my part, | |
| And eke the flame from which I cannot start, | |
| And leave me then in rest, I you require. | |
| Go, burning sighs, fulfill that I desire, | |
| I must go work, I see, by craft and art, | 10 |
| For truth and faith in her is laid apart: | |
| Alas, I cannot therefore now assail her, | |
| With pitiful complaint and scalding fire, | |
| That, from my breast deceivably doth start. | | | | |
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