F amorous faith, or if a heart unfeigned,
A sweet languor, a great lovely desire,
If honest will kindled in gentle fire,
If long error in a blind maze chained,
If in my visage each thought distained,
Or if my sparkling voice, lower or higher,
Which fear and shame so wofully doth tire ;
If pale colour, which love, alas, hath stained,
If to have another than myself more dear,
If wailing or sighing continually,
With sorrowful anger feeding busily,
If burning afar off, and if freezing neaer,
Are cause that I by love myself destroy,
Yours is the fault, and mine the great annoy.
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Sir Thomas Wyatt, the Elder
