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In The Devonshire Manuscript · page 154 of 215
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The Devonshire Manuscript facsimile 73r (Image: DMSEG, CC BY-SA 3.0) |
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1 Yf with{w+t+} complaint the paine might be exprest
2 that inwardelye dothe cause me sigh & grone /
3 yor harde herte and yor cruell brest
4 shulde sighe and playne for my vnreste
5 and tho yt ware of stone /
6 yet shulde Remorse cause yt relent and mone /
7 But sins yt ys so faure out of mesure
8 {_o}{es} {w+t+} that with my wordes I cannot yt not contayne
9 my onlye truste my hertes{es} tresure
10 alas whye doo I still indure
11 this resteles smerte and payne /
12 sins yf ye list ye maye my woo restraine
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Commentary
Attributed to Sir Thomas Wyatt,1] this poem was entered by [H8. The speaker complains of the Lady’s cruelty, which causes him so much pain that he cannot express his feelings in words.
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