Thomas Wyatt (Томас Уайетт)

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With serving still
This I have won,
For my goodwill
To be undone.

And for redress
Of all my pain,
Disdainfulness
I have again.

And for reward
Of all my smart,
Lo, thus unheard,
I must depart.

Wherefore all ye
That after shall
By fortune be,
As I am, thrall,

Example take
What I have won,
Thus for her sake
To be undone. 

1. In Spain
2. To His Lute
3. Lucks, My Fair Falcon
4. What Needeth these Threnning Words and Wasted Wind
5. A Description of Such a One As He Would Love

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