Sir Thomas Wyatt
By: CHET
http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/wyatt.htm
About Me:
I was born in Allington Castle, close to Maidstone, Kent in 1503. I went to St. Johns College, University of Cambridge. I married Elizabeth Brooke in 1520. In 1525 i serperated from my wife because i had a great interest in the Kings wife Anne Boleyn. My feelings started for her because i was always doing work for King Henry VIII. I was knighted in 1535 because of all my work done for the Pope and King. The year after i was knighted i was imprisoned in the towers for causing problems with the Duke of Suffolk. Also i have been charged with treason and got out of that by writing a "Defense" and that got a royal pardon. The date of his death was on OCtober 11, 1542.
None of my poems have ever been published in my lifetime. But my work is in many books including the Court of Venus, and Certain Psalms. Some of my work is also in the Songs and Sonnets written by Lord Henry and others.
My career:
My career was working on many different expeditions for the royals. I have done many missions for King Henry and The Pope. I was realized for my work while i was in College studying at St. John's. I was made High Marshal of Calais and Commissioner of the Peace of Essex in 1532. Also in 1532, I went along with King Henry and Anne Boleyn, who was by then the King's mistress, on their visit to Calais.
Firends:
Sir Thomas Cheney was one of my accompanies on many missions so i believe we were frineds and influences to our work. Also the King and Queen because with all teh work I did for them i became close with the two of them.
Work:
I have written many writtings but most are sonnets and songs. You can reffer to the list below to see many of my best writings.
Explanation:
In my poem, "Yet that in love find luck and sweet abundance," it is saying how love is a rewarding thing and can be so helpful and strong in someones life. In this poem I am telling you about how i feel about love and how it affects you. Also how I have a love and it can always turn bad things into good no matter what because of the strength of LOVE.
The Long Love That in My Thought Doth Harbor
Yet was I never of your love aggrieved
Was never file yet half so well yfiled
The lively sparks that issue from those eyes
Such vain thought as wonted to mislead me
Unstable dream, according to the place
Yet that in love find luck and sweet abundance
If waker care ; if sudden pale colour
Caesar, when that the traitor of Egypt
Each man me telleth I change most my devise
Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight
Because I still kept thee from lies and blame
I find no peace, and all my war is done
My Galley charged with forgetfulness
Avising the bright beams of those fair eyes
My love to scorn, my service to retain
Such is the course that nature's kind hath wrought
Ever my hap is slack and slow in coming
Love, Fortune, and my mind which do remember
How oft have I, my dear and cruel foe
Like unto these unmeasurable mountains
If amorous faith, or if a heart unfeigned
My heart I gave thee, not to do it pain
The flaming sighs that boil within my breast
The pillar perish'd is whereto I leant
Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever
Whoso list to hunt? I know where is an hind
Divers doth use
I abide, and abide ; and better abide
Though I myself be bridled of my mind
To rail or jest, ye know I use it not
Behold, Love, thy power how she despiseth
What 'vaileth truth, or by it to take pain ?
Go, burning sighs, unto the frozen heart
Ye old mule ! that think yourself so fair
My Lute Awake!
Once, As Methought, Fortune Me Kissed
They Flee From Me
The restful place ! renewer of my smart
It may be good, like it who list
In faith I wot not what to say
There Was Never Nothing More Me Pained
Patience ! though I have not
Though I Cannot Your Cruelty Constrain
Blame Not My Lute
My Pen ! Take Pain
The heart and service to you proffer'd
Is It Possible?
And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus?
Since so ye please to hear me plain
Forget Not Yet The Tried Intent
What Should I Say!
The Furious Gun
Of Such As Had Forsaken Him [Lux ! my fair falcon]
The Lover Hopeth of Better Chance [He is not dead, that sometime had a fall]
Description of a Gun [Vulcan begat me]
Of the Feigned Friend. [Right true it is]
The Courtier's Life [In court to serve]
Of the Mean and Sure Estate [Stand, whoso list, upon the slipper wheel]
Of Dissembling Words [Throughout the world]
Madam, Withouten Many Words
A Riddle of a Gift Given By a Lady [A lady gave me a gift]
Speak thou and speed
Of the Mean and Sure Estate, Written to John Poins [My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin]
Mine Own John Poynz
A spending hand
V. Innocentia Veritas Viat Fides Circumdederunt me inimici mei
With Serving Still
Works Cited:
Jokinen, Anniina. "Sir Thomas Wyatt." Sir Thomas Wyatt, the Elder. 3 June 1996. 5 Nov. 2007
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