Love
Yf it be so that I forsake the
From The Poems of Sir Thomas Wiat (ed. A. K. Foxwell, 1913)
Yf it be so that I forsake the,
As banysshed from thy company,
Yet my hert, my mynde, and my affection.
Shall still remain in thy perfection.
But right as thou lyst so order me.
But som would saye, in their opinion
Revoultid is thy good intention;
Then may I well blame thy cruelte
Yf it be so.
But my self, I say on this fasshion :
I have her hert in my possession.
And of itself there cannot perdy
By no meanes love an herteles body.
And on my faith good is the reason
If it be so.
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MLA
Wyatt, Thomas. “Yf it be so that I forsake the.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/9/.
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Wyatt, Thomas. “Yf it be so that I forsake the.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wyatt/9/.
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