Love

To seke eche where, where man doeth lyve

by Sir Thomas Wyatt 1503–1542

From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)

Love

To seke eche where, where man doeth lyve,
The See, the Land : the Rocke, the Clyve,
Ffraunce, Spayne, and Inde and every where;
Is none a greater gift to gyve
Lesse sett by oft, and is so lyeff and dere.
Dare I well say than that I gyve to yere.

I cannot gyve browches nor ringes,
Thes Goldsmithes work and goodly thinges
Piery nor perle, oryente and clere;
But for all that is no man bringes
Lesser Juell unto his Lady dere
Dare I well say then that I gyve to yere.

Nor I seke not to fetche it farr,
Worse is it not tho it be narr.
And as it is, it doeth appere
Uncontrefaict, mistrust to barr;
Lest hole and pure withouten pere
Dare I well say the gyft I gyve to yere '

To the therefore the same retain
The like of the to have again
Ffraunce would I gyve if myn it were
Is none alyve in whome doeth rayne
Lesser disdaine; frely, therefore, to here
Dare I well gyve I say my hert to yere.

MLA

Wyatt, Thomas. “To seke eche where, where man doeth lyve.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/109/.

Chicago

Wyatt, Thomas. “To seke eche where, where man doeth lyve.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/109/.

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