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EPIGRAM: 31 by THOMAS WYATT

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First Line: WITHIN MY BREAST I NEVER THOUGHT IT GAIN
Last Line: THAT LIST TO BLOW RETREAT TO EVERY TRAIN.
Subject(s): FREEDOM; PAIN; TRUTH; LIBERTY; SUFFERING; MISERY;
Within my breast I never thought it gain
Of gentle mind the freedom for to lose;
Nor in my heart sank never such disdain
To be a forger, faults for to disclose;
Nor I cannot endure the truth to gloss,
To set a gloss upon an earnest pain;
Nor I am not in number one of those
That list to blow retreat to every train.



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