Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLADE: 42, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Though of the sort there be that feign Last Line: Then have I wrong. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Hearts; Love | ||||||||
Though of the sort there be that feign And cloak their craft to serve their turn, Shall I, alas, that truly mean, For their offence thus guiltless burn? And if I buy their fault too dear, That their untruth thus heat my fire, Then have I wrong. Though frailty fail not to appear In them that wail as well as I, And though the false by like desire Doth swear himself thine own to be -- If thou dost judge me one of these That so can feign such common ways Then have I wrong. Though chance hath power to change their love That all by chance their will doth guide, Such chance may not my heart remove For I by choice myself have tried And not by chance; wherefore I say, If thou dost not my welfare stay, Then have I wrong. Though steadfastness in them do lack That do protest the contrary And though performance none they make Of that they promise diversely, Yet since their faults are none of mine, If thou refusest me for thine, Then have I wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT |
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