Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CANZONE: 7, by THOMAS WYATT

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CANZONE: 7, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Patience of all my smart
Last Line: I must take patience.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Patience

Patience of all my smart,
For fortune is turned awry;
Patience must ease my heart
That mourns continually;
Patience to suffer wrong
Is a patience too long.

Patience to have a nay
Of that I most desire;
Patience to have alway
And ever burn like fire;
Patience without desart
Is grounder of my smart.

Who can with merry heart
Set forth some pleasant song,
That always feels but smart
And never hath but wrong?
Yet patience evermore
Must heal the wound and sore.

Patience to be content
With froward fortune's train;
Patience to the intent
Somewhat to slake my pain;
I see no remedy
But suffer patiently.

To plain where is none ear
My chance is chanced so,
For it doth well appear
My friend is turned my foe;
But since there is no defense
I must take patience.

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