Social Commentaries
Within my brest I never thought it gain
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Social Commentaries
Within my brest I never thought it gain
Of gentle mynde the fredom for to lose;
Nor in my hart sanck never such disdain
To be a forger, faultes for to disclose;
Nor I can not endure the truth to glose :
To set a glosse upon an earnest pain :
Nor I am not in nomber one of those,
That list to blow retrete to every train.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Within my brest I never thought it gain.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/68/.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Within my brest I never thought it gain.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/68/.
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