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[sig. Iiv]

Yet for all that a stormy blast  Had ouerturnde this goodly nayday : And fortune semed at the last, That to her promise she said daynay:rhyme words transposed . But like as one out of dispayre To sodain hope reuiued I.  Now fortune sheweth her selfe so faire, That I content me wonderslywonderously . My most desire my hand may reach: My wyllwhat I desire  is al way at my hand. Me nede not long for to beseche  Her, that hath power me to commaunde. What earthly thing more can I craue? What would I wishe more at my willdesire ? Nothing on earth more would I haue, Saue that I haue, to haue it styll.  For fortune now hath kept her promesse, In graunting me my most desire. Of my soueraigne I haue redresse, And I content me with my hire. +Reward, recompense; see Luke 10.7: ‘And in the same house tary stil, eating &                         drinking such things as they haue: for the labourer is worthy of his reward. Go not from house to house’,                          The Bishops’ Bible . 

The louer complaineth the vn-
kindnes of his loue. +Printed in The Courte of Venus (1538) fols. 4-4v. Moralised and set to music by John Hall, ‘A song of the lute in the prayse of God, and disprayse of Idolatrie’, ‘Syng this as, My pen obey. &.’, The Courte of Vertue (1565), fols. 76v-78r: ‘My lute awake and prayse the lord,/ My heart and ha[n]des therto accord:/… Be styll my lute my song is done’. Other copies in: L: Egerton 2711, fols. 43v-44; L: Add. 17492, fols. 14v-15; D: D.2.7. fol. 125. Author: Sir Thomas Wyatt. Structure: 40: 8×5 aabaB4

M Y lute awake performe the last Labour that thou and I shal wast: And end that I haue now begonnebegun : And when this song is songsung  and past:  My lute be stil for I haue done. As to be heard where eare is none: As lead to graue in marble stone: +Lines 6-7: ‘As to … stone’: imitated by Melbancke,                          Philotimus (1583), p. 165: ‘As to bee hearde where eares are none,                         or Lead to be grauen in Marble stone, so harde it is to heare counsell of you, which may accorde with any good’. My song may pearse her hart as sone. +Nott  , p. 545: ‘It would                         be more easy for lead, which is the softest of metals, to engrave characters on hard marble, than it is for me to make impression on                         her obdurate heart’ Should we then sigh? or singe, or mone?  No, no, my lute for I haue done, The rockes do not so cruelly Repulse the waues continually, As she my sutecourtship  and affection: So that I am past remedy,  Wherby my lute and I haue done. Proude of the spoile that thou hast gotte 