Love
Luckes my faire falcon and your fellowes all
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Love
Luckes my faire falcon and your fellowes all.
How well pleasaunt yt were your libertie !
Ye not forsake me that faire might ye befall ;
But they that sometyme lykt my companye,
Like lyse awaye from ded bodies, thei crall,
Loe what a profe in light adversytie !
But ye my birdes, I swear, by all your belles
Ye be my fryndes, so be but few elles.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Luckes my faire falcon and your fellowes all.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/72/.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Luckes my faire falcon and your fellowes all.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/72/.
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