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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 102, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Farewell, all my welfare Last Line: Of my great grief the great excess. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Faith; Farewell; Love; Pain; Seduction; Truth; Belief; Creed; Parting; Suffering; Misery | |||
Farewell, all my welfare, My shoe is trod awry; Now I may cark and care To sing lullay by by. Alas, what shall I do thereto? There is no shift to help me now. Who made it such offence To love for love again? God wot that my pretence Was but to ease his pain; For I had ruth to see his woe. Alas, more fool, why did I so? For he from me is gone And makes thereat a game, And hath left me alone To suffer sorrow and shame. Alas, he is unkind doubtless To leave me thus all comfortless. It is a grievous smart To suffer pains and sorrow; But most it grieved my heart He laid his faith to borrow: And falsehood hath his faith and truth, And he forsworn by many an oath. All ye lovers, perdy, Have cause to blame his deed, Which shall example be To let you off your speed; Let never woman again Trust to such words as men can fain. For I, unto my cost, Am warning to you all That they whom you trust most Soonest deceive you shall; But, complaint cannot redress Of my great grief the great excess. | 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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