A face that should content me wondrous well
Should not be fair but lovely to behold,
With gladsome cheer all grief for to expel;
With sober looks so would I that it should
Speak without words such words as none can tell;
Her tress also should be of crisped gold;
With wit; and thus might chance I might be tied,
And knit again the knot that should not slide.
More verses by Sir Thomas Wyatt
- The Lively sparks that issue from those eyes
- I Am As I Am
- Divers Doth Use, As I Have Heard And Know
- Ye Old Mule
- The Furious Gun