Love
What wourde is that that chaungeth not
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Love
What wourde is that that chaungeth not,
Though it be tourned and made in twain?
It is myn aunswer, God it wot,
And eke the causer of my payn.
A love rewardeth with disdain :
Yet is it loved : what would ye more :
It is my helth eke and my sore.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “What wourde is that that chaungeth not.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/51/.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “What wourde is that that chaungeth not.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/51/.
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