The Appeal
Sir Thomas Wyatt
An Earnest Suit to his Unkind Mistress,
not to Forsake him
And wilt thou leave me thus!
Say nay, say nay, for shame!
—To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame.
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among:
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart
Never for to depart
Neither for pain nor smart:
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
And have no more pitye
Of him that loveth thee?
Alas, thy cruelty!
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!
Next 10 Poems
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : The Heart And Service
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : The Long Love That In My Thought Doth Harbour
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : They Flee From Me
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : To His Lute
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Unstable Dream
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Vixi Puellis Nuper Idoneus
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : What Needeth These Threat'ning Words
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : What Should I Say
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Whoso List To Hunt, I Know Where Is An Hind
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Ye Old Mule
Previous 10 Poems
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Since So Ye Please
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Of The Mean And Sure Estate Written To John Poins
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : My Lute Awake
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : My Galley, Charged With Forgetfulness
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Mine Own John Poynz
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Madam, Withouten Many Words
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : Is It Possible
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : In Spain
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : I Find No Peace
- Sir Thomas Wyatt : I Abide And Abide And Better Abide
