Poem: A SUPPLICATION.

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

Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye know, since whan
The suit, the service none tell can;
Forget not yet!

Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in delays,
Forget not yet!

Forget not! O, forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is
The mind that never meant amiss —
Forget not yet!

Forget not then thine own approved
The which so long hath thee so loved.
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved —
Forget not this!

— Sir THOMAS WYATT.

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