Poem by Thomas Wyatt

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With serving still
This I have won,
For my goodwill
To be undone.

And for redress
Of all my pain,
Disdainfulness
I have again.

And for reward
Of all my smart,
Lo, thus unheard,
I must depart.

Wherefore all ye
That after shall
By fortune be,
As I am, thrall,

Example take
What I have won,
Thus for her sake
To be undone. 

1. My Lute Awake
2. The Furious Gun
3. Since so Ye Please
4. Unstable Dream
5. Of the Mean and Sure Estate

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