<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell, Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever: <br>Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more. <br>Senec and Plato call me from thy lore, <br>To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour. <br>In blind error when I did persever, <br>Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, <br>Hath taught me to set in trifles no store, <br>And scape forth, since liberty is lever.<br>Therefore farewell, go trouble younger hearts, <br>And in me claim no more authority; <br>With idle youth go use thy property, <br>And thereon spend thy many brittle darts. <br>For, hitherto though I've lost my time, <br>Me lusteth no longer rotten boughs to climb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Thomas+Wyatt">Sir Thomas Wyatt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519519" data-title="Farewell, Love de Sir Thomas Wyatt" data-description="Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever: Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more. Senec and Plato call me from thy lore, To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour. In blind error when I did persever, Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so..."></div> </div> </div>

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