| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Odes | | The Lover’s sorrowful State maketh him write sorrowful Songs, but such his Love may change the same |
| | | MARVEL no more although | |
| The songs, I sing, do moan; | |
| For other life than woe, | |
| I never proved none. | |
| And in my heart also | 5 |
| Is graven with letters deep, | |
| A thousand sighs and mo, | |
| A flood of tears to weep. | |
| How may a man in smart | |
| Find matter to rejoice? | 10 |
| How may a mourning heart | |
| Set forth a pleasant voice? | |
| Play, who so can, that part, | |
| Needs must in me appear | |
| How fortune overthwart | 15 |
| Doth cause my mourning cheer. | |
| Perdie there is no man, | |
| If he saw never sight, | |
| That perfectly tell can | |
| The nature of the light. | 20 |
| Alas, how should I than, | |
| That never taste but sour, | |
| But do as I began, | |
| Continually to lour. | |
| But yet perchance some chance | 25 |
| May chance to change my tune, | |
| And when such chance doth chance, | |
| Then shall I thank fortune. | |
| And if I have such chance, | |
| Perchance ere it be long, | 30 |
| For such a pleasant chance, | |
| To sing some pleasant song. | | | | |
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