Sir Thomas Wyatt
¶j6 A SupplicationForget not yet the tried intentOf such a truth as I have meant;My great travail so gladly spent,Forget not yet I
¶Forget not yet Vifhen first beganThe weary life ye know, since whanThe suit, the service none tell can;Forget not yet!
¶Forget not yet the great assays,The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,The painful patience in delays,Forget not yet!
¶Forget not! O, forget not this,How long ago hath been, and isThe mind that never meant amiss—Forget not yet!
¶Forget not then thine own approvedThe which so long hath thee so loved.Whose steadfast faith yet never moved—Forget not this I
¶J7 The Lover's AppealAnd wilt thou leave me thus!Say nay! say nay! for shame!To save thee from the blameOf all my grief and grame.And wilt thou leave me thus?Say nay! say nay!
Sir Thomas Wyatt
¶And wilt thou leave me thus,That hath loved thee so longIn wealth and woe among:And is thy heart so strongAs for to leave me thus?Say nay! say nay!
¶And wilt thou leave me thus,That hath given thee my heartNever for to departNeither for pain nor smart:And wilt thou leave me thus?Say nay! say nay!
¶And wilt thou leave me thus,And have no more pityOf him that loveth thee?Alas! thy cruelty!And wilt thou leave me thus?Say nay! say nay!