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Often overshadowed by the larger then life light of William Shakespeare, Wyatt truly lives up to his nickname as the father of the English sonnet!
what a great poet with creative poems. Alas bad time flies but good times crawls
Is it possibleThat so high debate,So sharp, so sore, and of such rate,Should end so soon and was begun so late?Is it possible?Is it possibleSo cruel intent,So hasty heat and so soon spent,