Quote#Art
I cannot * * * say that Pan
Quote byThomas Wyatt · 1503–1542
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: In Henry Morley, Burlesque Plays and Poems (London: George Routledge and Sons, 1885) p. 5. See also American Notes and Queries (28 September 1889) p. 257.
English (original)
I cannot * * * say that Pan Passeth Apollo in music manyfold; Praisé Sir Thopas for a noble tale, And scorn the story that the Knighté told.
— Thomas Wyatt
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My lute, awake! perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.
What should I say? Since Faith is dead, And Truth away From you is fled?
Behold love, thy power how she despiseth: My great pain, how little she regardeth The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure Broken she hath: and yet she bideth sure Right at her ease, and little she dreadeth.
And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! for shame! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame. And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay!
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet!
Can ye say nay, But that you said That I alway Should be obeyed? And thus betrayed, Or that I wist!