Madam Withouten Many Words
Madam, withouten many words
Once I am sure ye will or no .
.
.
And if ye will, then leave your bourds
And use your wit and show it so,
And with a beck ye shall me call;
And if of one that burneth alway
Ye have any pity at all,
Answer him fair with & {.
} or nay.
If it be &, {.
} I shall be fain;
If it be nay, friends as before;
Ye shall another man obtain,
And I mine own and yours no more.
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Sir Thomas Wyatt
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