my Love, but Graceful

Brown is my Love, but graceful:

And each renowned whiteness Matched with thy lovely brown loseth its brightness.

Fair is my Love, but scornful:

Yet have I seen despised

Dainty white lilies, and sad flowers well prized.

Fain would I Change that Note

Fain would I change that note

To which fond love hath charmed me Long, long to sing by rote,

Fancying that that harmed me: Yet when this thought doth come, "Love is the perfect sum

Of all delight,'

I have no other choice

Either for pen or voice
To sing or write.

O Love, they wrong thee much
That say thy sweet is bitter,
When thy ripe fruit is such
As nothing can be sweeter.
Fair house of joy and bliss,
Where truest pleasure is,
I do adore thee;

I know thee what thou art,
I serve thee with my heart,

And fall before thee.

Sir Thomas Wyatt

Yea or Nay

Madam, withouten many words
Once I am sure you will or no;
And if you will, then leave your boards
And use your wit and show it so.

For with a beck you shall me call;
And if of one that burns alway
You have pity or ruth at all,
Answer him fair with yea or nay.

If it be yea, I shall be fain;

If it be nay, friends as before;

You shall another man obtain,

And I mine own, and yours no more.