Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 98, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sith I myself displease thee Last Line: It were a wilful rage. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Freedom; Love; Pain; Singing & Singers; Liberty; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
Sith I myself displease thee, My friends why should I blame That from the fault advise me That conquered my good name And made my mind to mourn, That laughed my love to scorn And bound my heart alway To think this pain a play, That would and never may? To lead my life at liberty I like it wondrous well, For proof hath taught his property That alway pain is hell. But sith so well I wot These kinds of cold and hot, Such fancies I forsake That doth their freedom lack. Me list no more to make. Grudge one that feels the grief. I laugh that feel the game Of freedom from the life Whereby wild beasts be tame -- As fast and wake abed With heart and heavy head, That have a hungry heart. To make myself well-fed -- That may redress my smart. Sith I have slipped the knot That doth my heart enchain, I like the lucky lot Too well to knit again. So newly come to wealth, Shall I deceive myself? Nay, set thy heart at rest, For wealth, my new-found guest, Shall harbour in my nest. To make a wilful band Where I may well refuse, To be a bird in hand And not my freedom use To sing and sorrow not, If willingly I do't, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . To slip into the cage It were a wilful rage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES |
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