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Sir Thomas Wyatt

• A Description of Such a One As He Would Love
• A Revocation
• Abide And Abide And Better Abide
• And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus?
• Avising The Bright Beams
• Divers Doth Use, As I Have Heard And Know
• Farewell Love And All Thy Laws Forever
• Farewell, Love
• Forget Not Yet The Tried Intent
• Forget Not Yet: The Lover Beseecheth His Mistress Not To Forget His Steadfast Faith And True Intent
• I Abide And Abide And Better Abide
• I Am As I Am
• I Find No Peace
• In Spain
• Is It Possible
• Lux, My Fair Falcon
• Madam, Withouten Many Words
• Madame, Withouten Many Words
• Mine Own John Poynz
• My Galley, Charged With Forgetfulness
• My Lute, Awake
• Of The Mean And Sure Estate
• Patience, Though I Have Not
• Satire Ii:The Country Mouse And The Town Mouse
• Since So Ye Please
• Since Ye So Please
• The Appeal: An Earnest Suit To His Unkind Mistress, Not To Forsake Him
• The Country Mouse And The Town Mouse
• The Furious Gun
• The Heart And Service
• The Lively sparks that issue from those eyes
• The Long Love
• The Long Love That In My Thought Doth Harbour
• They Flee From Me
• To His Lute
• Translation Of Petrarch's Rima, Sonnet 134
• Unstable Dream
• What Needeth These Threat'Ning Words
• What Should I Say
• Whoso List To Hunt, I Know Where Is An Hind
• With Serving Still
• Ye Old Mule