Love
Yf in the world ther be more woo
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Love
Yf in the world ther be more woo
Than I have yn my harte,
Wher so ytt is, itt doithe com fro,
And in my Brest there doithe itt gro,
For to encrease my smarte,
Alas I ame recepte of every care.
And of my liff eche sorrow claymes his parte.
Who list to lyve yn quyetnes
By me lett hym beware,
Ffor I by highe disdayne
Ame made withoute redresse.
And unkyndenes alas hathe slayne
My poore trew hert all comfortles.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Yf in the world ther be more woo.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/114/.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Yf in the world ther be more woo.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/114/.
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