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First Line: Pass forth, my wonted cries
Last Line: Which is a just reward.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Hearts; Love; Pity


Pass forth, my wonted cries,
Those cruel ears to pierce,
Which in most hateful wise
Do still my plaints reverse.
Do you, my tears, also
So wet her barren heart,
That pity there may grow
And cruelty depart.

For though hard rocks among
She seems to have been bred,
And of the tiger long
Been nourished and fed,
Yet shall that nature change,
If pity once win place,
Whom as unknown and strange
She now away doth chase.

And as the water soft,
Without forcing or strength,
Where that it falleth oft,
Hard stones doth pierce at length,
So in her stony heart
My plaints at last shall grave,
And, rigor set apart,
Win grant of that I crave.

Wherefore, my plaints, present
Still so to her my suit,
As ye, through her assent,
May bring to me some fruit;
And as she shall me prove,
So bid her me regard,
And render love for love,
Which is a just reward.





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