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Mine own John Poynz since ye delight to know	A
The cause why that homeward I me draw	B
And flee the press of courts whereso they go	A
Rather than to live thrall under the awe	C
Of lordly looks wrapp d within my cloak	D
To will and lust learning to set a law	B
It is not for because I scorn or mock	E
The power of them to whom fortune hath lent	F
Charge over us of right to strike the stroke	D
But true it is that I have always meant	F
Less to esteem them than the common sort	G
Of outward things that judge in their intent	F
Without regard what doth inward resort	G
I grant sometime that of glory the fire	H
Doth twyche my heart Me list not to report	G
Blame by honour and honour to desire	H
But how may I this honour now attain	I
That cannot dye the colour black a liar	H
My Poynz I cannot from me tune to feign	I
To cloak the truth for praise without desert	J
Of them that list all vice for to retain	I
I cannot honour them that sets their part	K
With Venus and Bacchus all their life long	L
Nor hold my peace of them although I smart	K
I cannot crouch nor kneel to do so great a wrong	L
To worship them like God on earth alone	M
That are as wolves these sely lambs among	N
I cannot with my word complain and moan	M
And suffer nought nor smart without complaint	O
Nor turn the word that from my mouth is gone	P
I cannot speak and look like a saint	O
Use willes for wit and make deceit a pleasure	H
And call craft counsel for profit still to paint	O
I cannot wrest the law to fill the coffer	H
With innocent blood to feed myself fat	Q
And do most hurt where most help I offer	H
I am not he that can allow the state	R
Of him Caesar and damn Cato to die	S
That with his death did scape out of the gate	R
From Caesar's hands if Livy do not lie	S
And would not live where liberty was lost	T
So did his heart the common weal apply	S
I am not he such eloquence to boast	U
To make the crow singing as the swan	V
Nor call the liond of cowardes beasts the most	U
That cannot take a mouse as the cat can	W
And he that dieth for hunger of the gold	X
Call him Alexander and say that Pan	W
Passeth Apollo in music many fold	X
Praise Sir Thopias for a noble tale	Y
And scorn the story that the Knight told	X
Praise him for counsel that is drunk of ale	Y
Grin when he laugheth that beareth all the sway	Z
Frown when he frowneth and groan when is pale	Y
On others' lust to hang both night and day	Z
None of these points would ever frame in me	A2
My wit is nought I cannot learn the way	Z
And much the less of things that greater be	A2
That asken help of colours of device	B2
To join the mean with each extremity	A2
With the nearest virtue to cloak alway the vice	B2
And as to purpose likewise it shall fall	C2
To press the virtue that it may not rise	D2
As drunkenness good fellowship to call	C2
The friendly foe with his double face	E2
Say he is gentle and courteous therewithal	C2
And say that favel hath a goodly grace	E2
In eloquence and cruelty to name	F2
Zeal of justice and change in time and place	E2
And he that suffer'th offence without blame	F2
Call him pitiful and him true and plain	I
That raileth reckless to every man's shame	F2
Say he is rude that cannot lie and feign	I
The lecher a lover and tyranny	A2
To be the right of a prince's reign	I
I cannot I no no it will not be	A2
This is the cause that I could never yet	G2
Hang on their sleeves that way as thou mayst see	A2
A chip of chance more than a pound of wit	H2
This maketh me at home to hunt and to hawk	I2
And in foul weather at my book to sit	H2
In frost and snow then with my bow to stalk	I2
No man doth mark whereso I ride or go	A
In lusty leas at liberty I walk	I2
And of these news I feel nor weal nor woe	A
Save that a clog doth hang yet at my heel	C2
No force for that for it is ordered so	A
That I may leap both hedge and dyke full well	C2
I am not now in France to judge the wine	J2
With saffry sauce the delicates to feel	C2
Nor yet in Spain where one must him incline	J2
Rather than to be outwardly to seem	K2
I meddle not with wits that be so fine	J2
Nor Flanders' cheer letteth not my sight to deem	K2
Of black and white nor taketh my wit away	Z
With beastliness they beasts do so esteem	K2
Nor I am not where Christ is given in prey	Z
For money poison and treason at Rome	L2
A common practice used night and day	Z
But here I am in Kent and Christendom	M2
Among the Muses where I read and rhyme	N2
Where if thou list my Poinz for to come	M2
Thou shalt be judge how I do spend my time	N2

Sir Thomas Wyatt

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