My Galley
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
My galley chargèd with forgetfulness
Thorough sharp seas, in winter nights doth pass
'Tween rock and rock;
and eke mine enemy, alas,
That is my lord, steereth with cruelness,
And every oar a thought in readiness,
As though that death were light in such a case.
An endless wind doth tear the sail apace
Of forcèd sighs and trusty fearfulness.
A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain,
Hath done the wearied cords great hinderance;
Wreathèd with error and eke with ignorance.
The stars be hid that led me to this pain.
Drownèd is reason that should me consort,
And I remain despairing of the port.
E.
M.S.
Country Church
England
Whoso list
to hunt, I know
where is an hind,
But as for me,
alas, I may no
more;
The vain travail
hath wearied me
so sore,
I am of them that
furthest come
behind.
Yet may I by no
means my
wearied mind
Draw from the
deer, but as she
fleeth afore
Fainting I follow;
I leave off
therefore,
Since in a net I
seek to hold the
wind.
Who list her
hunt, I put him
out of doubt,
As well as I, may
spend his time in
vain.
And graven with
diamonds in
letters plain,
There is written
her fair neck
round about,
"Noli me
tangere, for
Caesar's I am,
And wild for to
hold, though I
seem tame."
Sir Thomas
Wyatt
SONNETS:
Farewell Love and all thy laws for
ever
Wyatt Devonshire MS:
Original Text Reference.
Publication Date:
.
Ed.
(text):
F.
D.
Hoeniger;
(e-text):
I.
Lancashire.
Rep.
Poetry:
RP...
Farewell Love and all thy laws for ever,
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more;
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore
To perfect wealth my ...
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