Erotic Friday: Sir Thomas Wyatt

Morning all. Want to hear something funny? I almost typed Sir Thomas More. How funny was THAT. Anywho here’s the next to last installment for this month’s poet.  My favorite line is ” I love another, and thus I hate myself”. How many times have I felt that?  Anyway, do enjoy and have a great one.

F. M. Laster

“I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.” -Mae West

I Find no Peace

By Sir Thomas Wyatt

I find no peace, and all my war is done.

I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.

I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;

And nought I have, and all the world I season.

That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison

And holdeth me not—yet can I scape no wise—

Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,

And yet of death it giveth me occasion.

Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.

I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.

I love another, and thus I hate myself.

I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;

Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,

And my delight is causer of this strife.

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