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[sig. Iiiiir]

E Uer my hapgood fortune  is slack and slowe in comming Desire encreasyng ayalways  my hope vncertaine: With doubtful loue that but increaseth pain For Tigre like so swift it is in parting.  Alas the snow black shal it be and scalding, The sea waterles, and fishe vpon the mountaine: The TemisThames  shal back retourne into his fountainesource : And wher he rose the sunne shal take his lodging. Erebefore  I in this finde peace or quietnesse. +Lines 5-9: ‘Alas the snow… quietnesse’:                         imitated by George Turberville, ‘Of his Constancie’,  Tragical Tales  (1587):                         ‘Blacke shall you see the snow on mountains hie’ (fol. 196v).  Or that loue or my lady rightwiselyrighteously Leaue to conspire against me wrongfully. And if I haue after such bitternesse, One drop of swete, my mouth is out of taste: That al my trust and trauellhardship, toil  is but waste. 

Of loue, fortune, and the
louers minde. +Imitates Petrarch, Rime 124, ‘Amor, Fortuna, et la mia mente, schiva/di quel che vede et nel passato volta,/… et tutt’ i miei pensier romper nel mezzo’, ‘Love, Fortune, and my mind, which avoids what it sees and turns back to the past… and I see all my thoughts break in half’, translation Durling . Other copies in: L: Egerton 2711, fol. 23; ARUND: Harrington, Temp. Eliz., c. 1550-92, fol. 67-67v. Author: Sir Thomas Wyatt. Structure: 14: abbaabbacddcee10

L Oue, Fortune, and my minde which do  rememberremēber Ekealso, both  that is now, and that that once hath bene: Torment my hart so sore that very often I hate and enuy them beyonde al measure.  Loue sleethslaith, slays  my hart while Fortune hisis the  depriuer Of all my comfort: the folishe minde thanthen : Burneth and plainth: as one that very sildamseldom . Liueth in rest. So styl in displeasuregrief My pleasant daies they flete away and passe.  And dayly doth myne yll change to the worse. while more then halfe is runne now of my course. +Wyatt may have been 35, traditionally half a lifespan. Alas not of stelereferent is ‘my trust’ , but of brittle glasse, +Mirrors were made of glass or                         steel. I se that from my hand falleth my trust: And all my thoughtes are dasshed into dust. 

The louer praieth his offred
hart to be receiued. +Imitates Petrarch Rime 21, ‘Mille fiate, o dolce mia guerrera,/per aver co’ begli occhi vostri pace’, ‘A thousand times, O my sweet warrier in order to have peace with you lovely eyes’, substituting the last line of this sonnet for Petrarch’s Rime 224, ‘vostro Donna, ‘l peccato et mio fia ‘l danno’, ‘yours will be the blame, Lady, mine the loss’, translation Durling . Other copies in: L: Egerton 2711, fol. 23v; ARUND: Harrington, Temp. Eliz., c. 1550-92, fol. 67v. Author: Sir Thomas Wyatt. Structure: 14: abbaabbacddcee10

H Ow oft haue I, my deare and cruel fo: With my great pain to get som peace or truce, Geuen you my hart; but you do not vse, In so hie thinges, to cast your minde so low,