| Sir Thomas Wyatt (150342). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Odes | | A Reproof to such as slander Love |
| | | LEAVE thus to slander love! | |
| Though evil with such it prove, | |
| Which often use | |
| Love to misuse, | |
| And loving to reprove; | 5 |
| Such cannot choose | |
| For their refuse | |
| But thus to slander Love. | |
| Flee not so much the snare! | |
| Love seldom causeth care. | 10 |
| But by deserts | |
| And crafty parts | |
| Some lose their own welfare. | |
| Be true of heart; | |
| And for no smart, | 15 |
| Flee not so much the snare. | |
| To love, and not to be wise, | |
| Is but a mad device; | |
| Such love doth last | |
| As sure and fast, | 20 |
| As chance on the dice, | |
| A bitter taste | |
| Comes at the last, | |
| To love, and not to be wise. | |
| Such be the pleasant days, | 25 |
| Such be the honest ways, | |
| There is no man | |
| That fully can | |
| Know it, but he that says | |
| Loving to ban | 30 |
| Were folly then; | |
| Such be the pleasant days. | |
| Love is a pleasant fire | |
| Kindled by true desire; | |
| And though the pain | 35 |
| Cause men to plain, | |
| Speed well is oft the hire. | |
| Then though some feign | |
| And lose the gain, | |
| Love is a pleasant fire. | 40 |
| Who most doeth slander love, | |
| The deed must alway prove. | |
| Truth shall excuse | |
| That you accuse | |
| For slander, and reprove. | 45 |
| Not by refuse, | |
| But by abuse, | |
| You most do slander love! | |
| Ye grant it is a snare, | |
| And would us not beware. | 50 |
| Lest that your train | |
| Should be too plain | |
| Ye colour all the care; | |
| Lo! how you feign | |
| Pleasure for pain, | 55 |
| And grant it is a snare | |
| To love, and to be wise. | |
| It were a strange device: | |
| But from that taste | |
| Ye vow the fast, | 60 |
| On cinques though run your die | |
| Ambsace may haste | |
| Your pain to waste. | |
| To love and to be wise. | |
| Of all such pleasant days, | 65 |
| Of all such pleasant plays, | |
| Without desart, | |
| You have your part, | |
| And all the world so says; | |
| Save that poor heart | 70 |
| That for more smart, | |
| Feeleth not such pleasant days. | |
| Such fire, and such heat, | |
| Did never make ye sweat; | |
| For without pain | 75 |
| You best obtain | |
| Too good speed, and too great. | |
| Whoso doeth plain | |
| You best do feign, | |
| Such tire, and such heat. | 80 |
| Who now doth slander Love? | | | | |
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