The longer the life the more the offense, the more the offense the more the pain, the more the pain the less the defense and the less the defense the less the gain. — Thomas Wyatt Copy Share Image
“The Lover Compareth his State to a Ship in Perilous Storm Tossed on the Sea My galley chargèd with forgetfulness Thorough sharp seas, in… — Thomas Wyatt Copy Share Image
“The fructe of all the servise that I serve Dispaire doth repe, such haples hap have I ; But tho he have no powre… — Thomas Wyatt Copy Share Image
“They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,… — Thomas Wyatt Copy Share Image
The longer the life the more the offense, the more the offense the more the pain, the more the pain the less the defense… — Thomas Wyatt Copy Share Image
“Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am / And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.” — Thomas Wyatt Copy Share Image
“Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, hélas, I may no more. The vain travail hath wearied… — Thomas Wyatt Copy Share Image
“Stand whoso list upon the slipper top Of court's estates, and let me here rejoice And use me quiet without let or stop, Unknown… — Thomas Wyatt Copy Share Image
