"A Renouncing of Love" by Sir Thomas Wyatt

AREWELL, 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,
Taught me in trifles that I set no store;
But scaped forth thence, 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 have lost my time,
Me list no longer rotten boughs to clime.

Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)

“A Renouncing of Love” by Sir Thomas Wyatt

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