She wisht my hart the samplar, that it lay, (5) The blinde master, +Cupid, see glossary whom I haue serued so long: Grudging to heare, that he did heare her say: Made her own weapon do her finger blede: To fele, if pricking +Possible pun on pricking as sexual intercourse. were so good in dede.
Of the same. +Possibly influenced by Maurice Scève’s dizaine, ‘Ouvrant ma Dame au labour trop ardents/Son Dé luy cheut, mais Amour le luy dresse:/… Encontre toi lui sert tojours d’ecu’, reprinted in Muir and Thomson , p. 309, see above ‘Of his love that pricked her finger with a needle’. * Another copy in L: Egerton 2711, fol. 29; L: Add. 17492, fol. 73; ARUND: Harrington, Temp. Eliz., c. 1550-92, fol. 68. Author: Sir Thomas Wyatt. Structure: 8: ottava10
WVVHat man hath heard such cruelty before? That, when my plaintlament, complaint remembred herreminded her of my wo, That caused it: she cruell more and more, Wished eche stitche, as she did sit and sowsew , (5) Had prickt my hart, for to encrease my sore, And, as I think, she thought it had been so. For as she thought, this is his hart in dede: She pricked hard: and made her self to blede.
Request to Cupide for re- uenge of his vnkinde loue. +Imitates Petrarch Rime 121, ‘Or vedi, Amor, che giovenetta donna/tuo regno sprezza et del mio mal non cura,/… fa di te et di me, signor, vendetta’, ‘Now see, Love, how a young woman scorns your rule and thinks nothing for my harm… take vengeance, Lord, for yourself and for me’, translation Durling ; originally a rondeau, rewritten by the editor, probably Tottel, into a sonnet, for other examples, see also ‘Complaint of true love unrequited’ * and ‘The lover sendeth sighs to moan his suit’. * Other copies in: L: Egerton 2711, fol. 4; L: Add. 17492, fol. 69v. Author: Sir Thomas Wyatt. Structure: 14aabbaaaaaaabba5
B Ehold, Loue, thy power how she despiseth: My greuous pain how litle she regardeth, The solemne otheoath , wherof she takes no cureheed , Broken she hath: and yet, she bydeth surecontinues unconcerned , (5) Right at her ease, and litle thee she dredeth. Weaponed thou art, and she vnarmed sitteth: To thee disdainfull, all her life she leadeth: To me spitefull, without iust cause, or measure. Behold Loue, how proudly she triumpheth, (10) I am in holdin prison , but if thee pitie meuethmoves : Go, bend thy bow, that stony hartes breaketh: And with some stroke reuenge the great displeasureinjury, wrong Of thee, and him that sorow doth endure, And as his Lord thee lowly here entreateth.
Complaint for true loue vnrequited. +Originally a rondeau, rewritten by Tottel into a sonnet, for other examples, see also ‘Request to Cupid for revenge of his unkind love’ *
and ‘The lover sendeth sighs to moan his suit’. * Another copy in: L: Egerton 2711, fol. 4. Author: Sir Thomas Wyatt. Structure: 14: aabbaaabbaabba