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 persevere:
Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore:
Taught me in trifles that I set no store:
But scape forth thence: since liberty is lever.
Therefore, farewell: go trouble younger hearts:
And in me claim no more authority.
Whit idle youth go use thy property:
And thereon spend thy many brittle darts.
For, hitherto though I have lost my time,
Me list no longer rotten boughs to climb.
By Sir Thomas Wyatt
