SIR THOMAS WYATT THE LOVER COMPARETH HIS STATE TO A SHIP IN PERILOUS STORM TOSSED ON THE SEA My galley, charged with forgetfulness, Thorough sharp seas, in winter nights, doth pass As though that death were light in such a case; 1557. THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS NOT TO FORGET HIS STEADFAST FAITH AND TRUE INTENT Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, 5 ΙΟ 5 .e; The cruel wrong, the scornful waysigs; Forget not yet, forget not this, Forget not, then, thine own approved, 15 20 1557. HE COMPLAINETH TO HIS HEART THAT, HAVING ONCE RECOVERED HIS FREEDOM, HE HAD AGAIN BECOME THRALL TO LOVE Ah, my heart, what aileth thee To set so light my liberty, Making me bond when I was free? Ah, my heart, what aileth thee? When thou were rid from all distress, 5 To choose again a new mistress, Ah, my heart, what aileth thee? When thou were well, thou could not hold; 10 Thus to renew my sorrows old, Ah, my heart, what aileth thee? Thou know'st full well that but of late I hoped full well all had been done; my torment to yield so soon, Ah, my heart, what aileth thee? 15 20 |