With serving still
This I have won,
For my goodwill
To be undone.
And for redress
Of all my pain,
Disdainfulness
I have again.
And for reward
Of all my smart,
Lo, thus unheard,
I must depart.
Wherefore all ye
That after shall
By fortune be,
As I am, thrall,
Example take
What I have won,
Thus for her sake
To be undone.
With Serving Still
Sir Thomas Wyatt
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