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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519548" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To His Lute</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY lute, awake! perform the last <br>Labour that thou and I shall waste, <br> And end that I have now begun; <br>For when this song is said and past, <br> My lute, be still, for I have done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As to be heard where ear is none, <br>As lead to grave in marble stone, <br> My song may pierce her heart as soon: <br>Should we then sing, or sigh, or moan? <br> No, no, my lute! for I have done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rocks do not so cruelly <br>Repulse the waves continually, <br> As she my suit and affectiòn; <br>So that I am past remedy: <br> Whereby my lute and I have done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud of the spoil that thou hast got <br>Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot, <br> By whom, unkind, thou hast them won; <br>Think not he hath his bow forgot, <br> Although my lute and I have done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain, <br>That makest but game of earnest pain: <br> Trow not alone under the sun <br>Unquit to cause thy lover's plain, <br> Although my lute and I have done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">May chance thee lie wither'd and old <br>The winter nights that are so cold, <br> Plaining in vain unto the moon: <br>Thy wishes then dare not be told: <br> Care then who list! for I have done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then may chance thee to repent <br>The time that thou has lost and spent <br> To cause thy lover's sigh and swoon: <br>Then shalt thou know beauty but lent, <br> And wish and want as I have done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now cease, my lute! this is the last <br>Labour that thou and I shall waste, <br> And ended is that we begun: <br>Now is this song both sung and past-- <br> My lute, be still, for I have done.</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=519548" data-title="To His Lute de Sir Thomas Wyatt" data-description="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 said and past, My lute, be still, for I have done. As to be heard where ear is none..."></div> </div> </div>
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