They flee from me, that somtime did me seke
With naked fote
stalkyng within my chamber.
Once haue I seen them gentle, tame, and meke,
That now are wild, and do not once
remember
That sometyme they haue put them selues in danger,
To take bread at my hand, and now they range,
Busily sekyng in continuall change.
Thanked be
fortune, it hath bene otherwise
Twenty tymes better: but once especiall,
In thinne aray, after a pleasant gyse,
When her loose gowne did from her shoulders fall,
And she me caught in her armes long and small,
And therwithall, so swetely did me kysse,
And softly sayd:
deare hart, how like you this?
It was no dreame: for I lay broade awakyng.
But all is turnde now through my gentlenesse.
Into
a bitter fashion of forsakyng:
And
I haue leaue to go of her goodnesse,
And she also to vse
newfanglenesse.
But, sins that I vnkyndly so am serued:
How like you this, what hath she now deserued?
--
Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder