| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Odes | | The Lover rejoiceth against Fortune that by hindering his suit had happily made him forsake his Folly |
| | | IN faith I wot not what to say, | |
| Thy chances been so wonderous, | |
| Thou Fortune, with thy divers play | |
| That makest the joyful dolorous, | |
| And eke the same right joyous. | 5 |
| Yet though thy chain hath me enwrapt, | |
| Spite of thy hap, hap hath well hapt. | |
| Though thou has set me for a wonder, | |
| And seekest by change to do me pain: | |
| Men’s minds yet mayst thou not so order; | 10 |
| For honesty, if it remain, | |
| Shall shine for all thy cloudy rain. | |
| In vain thou seekest to have me trapped; | |
| Spite of thy hap, hap hath well hapt. | |
| In hindering me, me didst thou further; | 15 |
| And made a gap, where was a stile: | |
| Cruel wills been oft put under; | |
| Weening to lour, then didst thou smile: | |
| Lord, how thyself thou didst beguile, | |
| That in thy cares wouldst me have wrapt? | 20 |
| But spite of hap, hap hath well hapt. | | | | |
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