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[sig. Eiiir]

The louer for shamefastnesse hideth
his desire within his faith-
full hart. +Imitates Petrarch, Rime 140, ‘Amor, che nel penser mio vive et regna/e ‘l suo seggio maggior nel mio cor tene,/… ché bel fin fa chi ben amando more’, ‘Love, who lives and reigns withing my thought and keeps his principal seat in my heart … For he makes a good end who dies loving well’; translation Durling ; for other imitations of Petrarch’s Rime 140, see Surrey, ‘Complaint of a lover rebuked’. * Other copies in ARUND: Harrington, Temp. Eliz., c. 1550-92, fol. 63; L: Egerton 2711, fol. 5-5v. Author: Sir Thomas Wyatt. Structure: 14: abbaabbacdccdd5

T He long loue, that in my thought I harberharbour, lodge, encamp , And in my hart doth kepe his residence, Into my face preasethpresseth  with bold pretence, And there campeth, displaying his banner.  She that me learns to loue, and to suffer, And willesdesires  that my trust, and lustes negligence. +‘the careless confidence caused by my                         lust’ ( Padelford  ). Be reinedpun on rein/reign; reined in/ruled  by reason, shame, and reuerence, With his hardinesseboldness, daring  takes displeasure. Wherwith loue to the hartespun on hart (deer)/heart  forest he fleeth,  Leauing his enterprise with paine and crye, And there him hideth and not appeareth. What may I do? when my maister feareth, But in the field with him to liue and dye, For good is the life, ending faithfully. 

The louer waxeth wiser, and
will not die for affec-
cion. +Imitates Petrarch, Rime 82: ‘Io non fu’ d’amar voi lassato unquanco,/Madonna, né sarò mentre ch’ io viva; … di che Amor et me stesso assai ringrazio’, ‘I have never been weary of loving you, my Lady, nor shall I be while I live;… for which I greatly thank Love and myself’, translation Durling . Author: Sir Thomas Wyatt. Structure: 14: abbaabbacddcee5

Y Et was I  neuer of your loue agreuedby loving you                         aggrieved , Nor neuer shall, while that my life doth last: But of hating my self, that date is past, And teares continuall soredeeply  hath me weried.  I will not yet in my graue be buried, Nor on my tombe your name haue fixed fast, As cruel cause, that did my sprite sone hasthaste, hasten away . From thunhappy boonesthe unhappy bones  by great sighes stirred, Then if an hart of amorous faith and will  Content your minde withouten doing grief: Please it you so to this to do relief, If other wise(seek) in another manner  you seke for to fulfyll Your wrath: you erre, and shall not as you wene.shall not succeed in the way that you suppose And you your self the cause therof haue bene. 