“Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, hélas, I may no more. The vain travail hath wearied me so sore, I am of them that farthest cometh behind. Yet may I by no… — 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
