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I abide and abide and better abide
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
I abide and abide and better abide,
And, after the olde proverbe, the happie daye :
And ever my ladye to me dothe saye,
" Let me alone and I will provyde.
I abide and abide and tarrye the tyde
And with abiding spede well ye maye :
Thus do I abide I wott allwaye,
Nother obtayning nor yet denied.
Aye me ! this long abidyng
Semithe to me as who sayethe
A prolonging of a dieng dethe,
Or a refusing of a desyred thing.
Moche ware it bettre for to be playne.
Then to saye abide and yet shall not obtayne.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “I abide and abide and better abide.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/35/.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “I abide and abide and better abide.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/35/.
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