Love
To cause accord or to aggre
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
To cause accord or to aggre
Two contraries in oon degre,
And in oon poynct, as semeth me,
To all mans wit it cannot be
It is impossible I
Of hete and cold when I complain,
And say that hete doeth cause my pain,
And cold doeth shake me every vain,
And boeth at ons, I say again
It is impossible !
That man that hath his hert away.
If lyff lyveth there as men do say
That he, hertles, should last on day
Alyve, and not to torn to clay. la
It is impossible !
Twixt lyff and deth, say what who sayth,
Ther lyveth no lyff that draweth breth.
They joyne so nere : and eke i faith
To seke for liff by wissh of deth
It is impossible !
Yet Love, that all things doeth subdue,
Whose power ther may no lyff eschew.
Hath wrought in me, that I may rew
These miracles to be so true,
That are impossible.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “To cause accord or to aggre.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/102/.
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