Love
Venemus thornes that ar so sharp and kene
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Love
Venemus thornes that ar so sharp and kene,
Sometyme ber flowers fayre and fresh of hue :
Poyson offtyme is put in medecene,
And causith helth in man for to renue ;
Ffire that purgith allthing that is unclene,
May hele and hurt : and if thes bene true,
I trust somtyme my harme may be my helth :
Syns evry wo is joynid with some welth.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Venemus thornes that ar so sharp and kene.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/58/.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Venemus thornes that ar so sharp and kene.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/58/.
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