Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880.
Songs and EpigramsOf the same
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That, when my plaint remember’d her my woe
That caused it, she cruel more and more,
Wished each stitch, as she did sit and sew,
Had prick’d my heart, for to increase my sore:
And, as I think, she thought it had been so:
For as she thought, this is his heart indeed,
She pricked hard, and made herself to bleed.