Love

Paciens for my devise

by Sir Thomas Wyatt 1503–1542

From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)

Love

Paciens for my devise;
Impatiens for your part;
Of contraries, the gyse
Is ever the overthwart :
Paciens for I ame true :
The contrary for yew.
Paciens, a good cause why :
You have no cause at all.
Therefore you standeth awiry,
Perchaunce sometyme to fall ;
Paciens then take him up
And drynck of paciens cupp.
" Patiens then saye and supp
A taste of patiens cupp."
Pacience, no force for that,
But brusshe your gowne again :
Pacience, spurne not therat :
Let no man knowe your payne :
Pacience, evyn at my pleasure,
When youres is owte of mesure.
Thothr was for me :
This patience is for you :
Chaunge when ye list let se
For I have taken a new ;
Patience, with a good will.
Is easy to fullfill.

MLA

Wyatt, Thomas. “Paciens for my devise.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/85/.

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Wyatt, Thomas. “Paciens for my devise.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/85/.

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