Quotes from Sir Thomas Wyatt

And graven with diamonds in letters plainThere is written her fair neck round about:Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

My lute, awake! perform the lastLabor that thou and I shall waste,And end that I have now begun;For when this song is sung and past,My lute, be still, for I have done.

They flee from me, that sometime did me seekWith naked foot, stalking in my chamber.

Forget not yet the tried intentOf such a truth as I have meant;My great travail so gladly spent,Forget not yet!