Is it possible That so high debate, So sharp, so sore, and of such rate, Should end so soon and was begun so late? Is it possible?
Is it possible So cruel intent, So hasty heat and so soon spent, From love to hate, and thence for to relent? Is it possible?
Is it possible That any may find Within one heart so diverse mind, To change or turn as weather and wind? Is it possible?
Is it possible To spy it in an eye That turns as oft as chance on die, The truth whereof can any try? Is it possible?
It is possible For to turn so oft, To bring that lowest which was most aloft, And to fall highest yet to light soft: It is possible.
All is possible Whoso list believe. Trust therefore first, and after preve, As men wed ladies by licence and leave. All is possible.
Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever
- by Sir Thomas Wyatt44
Farewell love and all thy laws forever; 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 sore, Hath taught me to set in trifles no store And scape forth, since liberty is lever. Therefore farewell; go trouble younger hearts And in me claim no more authority. With idle youth go use thy property And thereon spend thy many brittle darts, For hitherto though I have lost all my time, Me lusteth no lenger rotten boughs to climb.
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