Treasure Island

Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

A Revocation


WHAT should I say?
   --Since Faith is dead,
And Truth away
   From you is fled?
   Should I be led
   With doubleness?
   Nay! nay! mistress.

I promised you,
   And you promised me,
To be as true
   As I would be.
   But since I see
   Your double heart,
   Farewell my part!

Thought for to take
   'Tis not my mind;
But to forsake
   One so unkind;
   And as I find
   So will I trust.
   Farewell, unjust!

Can ye say nay
   But that you said
That I alway
   Should be obeyed?
   And--thus betrayed
   Or that I wist!
   Farewell, unkist!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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