A face that should content me wondrous well …
Sir Thomas Wyatt
Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss …
And wilt thou leave me thus? …
Avising the bright beams of these fair eyes …
Farewell love and all thy laws forever; …
Forget not yet the tried intent …
I abide and abide and better abide, …
I find no peace, and all my war is done. …
Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams …
Is it possible …
Lucks, my fair falcon, and your fellows all, …
Madam, withouten many words …
Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know …
My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness, …
My lute awake! perform the last …
My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin, …
Patience, though I have not …
They flee from me, that sometime did me seek …
Since so ye please to hear me plain, …
Stand whoso list upon the slipper top …
Tagus, farewell, that westward, with thy streams, …
The heart and service to you proffer'd …
The longë love that in my thought doth harbour …
They flee from me that sometime did me seek …
Unstable dream, according to the place, …
What needeth these threnning words and wasted wind? …
What should I say, …
Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, …
Ye old mule that think yourself so fair, …