Versión en el Manuscrito Egerton
Was I never, yet, of your love greeved:
Nor never shall, while that my liff doeth last:
But of hating myself that date is past:
And teeres continuell sore have me weried.
I will not yet in my grave be buried:
Nor on my tombe your name yfixed fast:
As cruell cause, that did the sperit sone hast
Ffrom th’unhappy bonys, by great sighes sterred.
Then, if an hert of amourous faith and will
May content you, withoute doyng greiff,
Please it you so, to this to doo releiff:
Yf, othre wise, ye seke for to fulfill
Your disdain, ye erre, and shall not as ye wene:
And ye yourself the cause therof hath bene.
Fuente: Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt. Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson. Liverpool University Press. 1969.
Versión en The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt
Yet was I never of your love aggrieved,
Nor never shall while my life doth last:
But of hating myself, that date is past;
And tears continual sore have me wearied.
I will not yet in my grave be buried;
Nor on my tomb your name have fixed fast,
As cruel cause, that did the spirit soon haste
From th’ unhappy bones, by great sighs stirred.
Then if a heart of amorous faith and will
Content your mind withouten doing grief;
Please it you so to this to do relief:
If otherwise you seek for to fulfil
Your wrath, you err, and shall not as you ween;
And you yourself the cause thereof have been.
Fuente: The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt. Edited by James Yeowell. London: George Bell and Sons, 1904.