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First Line: Might I as well within my song belay
Last Line: Causeless because that I have suffered smart.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Cruelty; Hearts; Pain; Tears; Suffering; Misery


Might I as well within my song belay
The thing I would, as in my heart I may,
Repentance should draw from those eyes
Salt tears, with cries, remorse, and grudge of heart,
Causeless because that I have suffered smart.

Or might I else unclose my painful breast
That it might be in sight - my great unrest -
There should ye see the torments remain
As hell of pain to move your cruel heart,
Causeless because that I have suffered smart.

There is in hell not such a fervent fire
As secret heat of inward hot desire
That will not let the flame appear
That I have here within my wasted heart,
Causeless because that I have suffered smart.

Yet you cause it and ye may cause my wealth.
Once cause it, then return unto my health,
And of all men relieve that man
That nothing can but cry, 'Relieve this heart,
Causeless because that I have suffered smart.'

Redress ye ought that harm that ye have done.
It is no game that ye now have begun;
But worthy blame ye shall remain
To do him pain that knoweth not thought of heart,
Causeless because that I have suffered smart.





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