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Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт)


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Lucks, my fair falcon, and your fellows all,
   How well pleasant it were your liberty!
Ye not forsake me that fair might ye befall.
But they that sometime liked my company:
Like lice away from dead bodies they crawl.
Lo what a proof in light adversity!
But ye my birds, I swear by all your bells,
Ye be my friends, and so be but few else.



Thomas Wyatt's other poems:
  1. Stand Whoso List
  2. Mine Own John Poynz
  3. With Serving Still
  4. Of the Mean and Sure Estate
  5. Avising The Bright Beams


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