Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт)

Stand Whoso List

Stand whoso list upon the slipper top
   Of court’s estates, and let me here rejoice;
And use me quiet without let or stop,
   Unknown in court, that hath such brackish joys:
      In hidden place, so let my days forth pass,
   That when my years be done, withouten noise,
      I may die agèd after the common trace,
For him death gripeth right hard by the crope
   That is much known of other; and of himself alas,
   Doth die unknown, dazed with dreadful face.

1. Lucks, My Fair Falcon
2. In Spain
3. Abide and Abide and Better Abide
4. To His Lute
5. Ye Old Mule

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