Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт)

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Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss
Have I so much your mind there offended?
Have I then done so grievously amiss
That by no means it may be amended?

Then revenge you, and the next way is this:
Another kiss shall have my life ended,
For to my mouth the first my heart did suck;
The next shall clean out of my breast it pluck.

1. A Description of Such a One As He Would Love
2. With Serving Still
3. Madame, Withouten Many Words
4. In Spain
5. Mine Own John Poynz

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