Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

Farewell, Love - Poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever:
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore,
To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.
In blind error when I did persever,
Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore,
Hath taught me to set in trifles no store,
And scape forth, since liberty is lever.
Therefore farewell, go trouble younger hearts,
And in me claim no more authority;
With idle youth go use thy property,
And thereon spend thy many brittle darts.
For, hitherto though I've lost my time,
Me lusteth no longer rotten boughs to climb.


Comments about Farewell, Love by Sir Thomas Wyatt

  • Rookie Don Chhota (11/14/2013 7:41:00 AM)

    a beautiful poem for me

    and i am love this poem (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,578 Points Ken E Hall (4/11/2013 4:28:00 AM)

    Farewell to a love like hell hooks an' all...Henry would have loved this! Fodder to give more work to his busy chopper. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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