Love
The furyous gonne, in his raging yre
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Love
The furyous gonne, in his raging yre,
When that the bowie is ramed in to sore
And that the flame cannot part from the fire,
Cracketh in sonder : and in the ayer doeth rore
The shevered peces : right so doeth my desire,
Whose flame encreseth from more to more.
Wych to let owt I dare not loke nor speke ;
So now hard force my hert doeth all to breke.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “The furyous gonne, in his raging yre.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/54/.
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