Love
With serving still
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Love
With serving still
This have I wone.
For my goodwyll
To be undon.
And for redresse
Of all my payne,
Disdaynefulnes
I have againe.
And for reward
Of all my smarte,
Lo, thus unharde
I must departe !
Wherefore all ye
That after shall
Bye ffortune be
As I am, thrall,
Example take,
What I have won
Thus for her sake
To be undone !
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MLA
Wyatt, Thomas. “With serving still.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/160/.
Chicago
Wyatt, Thomas. “With serving still.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/160/.
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