Forget Not Yet by Sir Thomas Wyatt
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet.
Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye knew, since whan The suit, the service, none tell can, Forget not yet.
Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrongs, the scornful ways, The painful patience in denays Forget not yet.
Forget not yet, forget not this, How long ago hath been, and is, The mind that never means amiss; Forget not yet.
Forget not yet thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved, Forget not this.
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