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My mother's maids when they did sew and spin	A
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse	B
That for because her livelood was but thin	A
Would needs go seek her townish sister's house	B
She thought herself endured to much pain	C
The stormy blasts her cave so sore did souse	B
That when the furrows swimmed with the rain	C
She must lie cold and wet in sorry plight	D
And worse than that bare meat there did remain	C
To comfort her when she her house had dight	D
Sometime a barleycorn sometime a bean	E
For which she labored hard both day and night	D
In harvest time whilst she might go and glean	E
And when her store was 'stroyed with the flood	D
Then well away for she undone was clean	E
Then was she fain to take instead of food	D
Sleep if she might her hunger to beguile	F
My sister qoth she hath a living good	D
And hence from me she dwelleth not a mile	F
In cold and storm she lieth warm and dry	G
In bed of down and dirt doth not defile	F
Her tender foot she laboreth not as I	G
Richly she feedeth and at the rich man's cost	D
And for her meat she needs not crave nor cry	G
By sea by land of the delicates the most	D
Her cater seeks and spareth for no peril	F
She feedeth on boiled baken meat and roast	D
And hath thereof neither charge nor travail	F
And when she list the liquor of the grape	H
Doth goad her heart till that her belly swell	F
And at this journey she maketh but a jape	H
So forth she goeth trusting of all this wealth	I
With her sister her part so for to shape	H
That if she might keep herself in health	I
To live a lady while her life doth last	D
And to the door now is she come by stealth	I
And with her foot anon she scrapeth full fast	D
The other for fear durst not well scarce appear	J
Of every noise so was the wretch aghast	D
Peace quoth the town mouse why speakest thou so loud	D
And by the hand she took her fair and well	F
Welcome quoth she my sister by the rood	D
She feasted her that joy is was to tell	F
The fare they had they drank the wine so clear	J
And as to purpose now and then it fell	F
She cheered her with How sister what cheer	J
Amids this joy there fell a sorry chance	B
That wellaway the stranger bought full dear	J
The fare she had For as she looks askance	B
Under a stool she spied two steaming eyes	B
In a round head with sharp ears In France	B
was never mouse so feared for though the unwise	B
Had not yseen such a beast before	K
Yet had nature taught her after her guise	B
To know her foe and dread him evermore	K
The town mouse fled she knew whither to go	L
The other had no shift but wondrous sore	K
Feared of her life at home she wished her though	L
And to the door alas as she did skip	H
Th' heaven it would lo and eke her chance was so	L
At the threshold her silly foot did trip	H
And ere she might recover it again	M
The traitor cat had caught her by the hip	H
And made her there against her will remain	C
That had forgotten her poor surety and rest	D
For seeming wealth wherein she thought to reign	C
Alas my Poynz how men do seek the best	D
And find the worst by error as they stray	N
And no marvel when sight is so opprest	D
And blind the guide Anon out of the way	N
Goeth guide and all in seeking quiet life	O
O wretched minds there is no gold that may	N
Grant that ye seek no war no peace no strife	O
No no although thy head was hoopt with gold	D
Sergeant with mace haubert sword nor knife	O
Cannot repulse the care that follow should	D
Each kind of life hath with him his disease	B
Live in delight even as thy lust would	D
And thou shalt find when lust doth most thee please	B
It irketh strait and by itself doth fade	D
A small thing it is that may thy mind appease	B
None of ye all there is that is so mad	D
To seek grapes upon brambles or breers	B
Not none I trow that hath his wit so bad	D
To set his hay for conies over rivers	B
Ne ye set not a drag net for an hare	P
And yet the thing that most is your desire	Q
Ye do misseek with more travail and care	P
Make plain thine heart that it be not notted	D
With hope or dread and see thy will be bare	P
From all effects whom vice hath ever spotted	D
Thyself content with that is thee assigned	D
And use it well that is to thee allotted	D
Then seek no more out of thyself to find	D
The thing that thou hast sought so long before	K
For thou shalt find it sitting in thy mind	D
Mad if ye list to continue your sore	K
Let present pass and gape on time to come	R
And deep yourself in travail more and more	K
Henceforth my Poynz this shall be all and some	R
These wretched fools shall have nought else of me	S
But to the great God and to His high doom	T
None other pain pray I for them to be	S
But when the rage doth lead them from the right	D
That looking backward Virtue they may see	S
Even as She is so goodly fair and bright	D
And whilst they clasp their lusts in arms across	B
Grant them good Lord as Thou mayst of Thy might	D
To fret inward for losing such a loss	B

Sir Thomas Wyatt

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