Farewell Love
01.12.2006 at 11:15 a.m.

Shakespeare's Sonnets - Sir Thomas Wyatt

Sonnet 7

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 ay so sore,
Hath taught me to set in trifles no store,
And scape forth, since liberty is liefer.
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 longer rotten boughs to climb.