Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.

Songs and Epigrams


OF few words, Sir, you seem to be,

And where I doubted what I would do

Your quick request hath caused me

Quickly to tell you what you shall trust to.

For he that will be called with a beck,

Makes hasty suit on light desire:

Is ever ready to the check,

And burneth in no wasting fire.

Therefore whether you be lief or loth,

And whether it grieve you light or sore,

I am at a point: I have made an oath,

Content you with ‘Nay;’ for you get no more.