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Me, of her goodliness, forgave.
It was no need, I wis,
To bid us other kiss;

There might no hearts mair joy receive,

Nor' either could of other have.
Thus brought were we to bliss.

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Henrp VIII.

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SIR THOMAS WYATT,

Of Allington Castle, Kent, styled by Wood“ the delight of “ the Muses, and of Mankind," was born in 1503 ; educated at both universities; a great traveller; possessed all the modern languages ; and was often employed by Henry VIII. in foreign missions. Though generally, and justly, in the confidence of his master, he was imprisoned by him on suspicion of a connection with Aune Boleyn, but justified himself, and was restored to favour. Being sent to conduct the ambassador of Charles V. from Falmouth, he caught a fever on the road by riding too hard in a hot day, and died at Sherborne, where he was buried in the conventual church, 1511. Besides his minor poems, sonnets, and translations, which

succeed Lord Surrey's in Tottel's miscellany, he composed a poetical version of some of David's psalms, printed in 1649. Lord Surrey's character of these and their author may be seen in three of the subsequent specimens

given from that nobleman, His genius was of the moral and didactic cast; and be may

be considered (says Warton) as the first polished satirist : but his imagination was inferior to that of his friend Surrey; and his love-verses are often filled with conceit and antithesis.

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The Lady to answer directly with yea or no.
Madam, withouten many words,

Once, I am sure, you will, or no :
And if you will, then leave your boords,"
And use your wit, and shew it so.

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For, with a beck

you

shall me call; And if of one that burns alway Ye have pitý or ruth at all,

Answer him fair, with yea or nay!

If it be

yea,

I shall be fain;
If it be nay-friends, as before:
You shall another man obtain;

And I, mine own; and yours no more.

The Lover's Case cannot be hidden, however he

dissemble.

Your looks so often cast,

Your eyes so friendly rollid,
Your sight fixed so fast,

Always one to behold;

"Jests, or tricks.

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