THE

                                 LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN

                                OF SUCH AS HE SOMETIME ENJOYED.

HEY flee from me, that sometime did me
        seek,
  With naked foot stalking within my
        chamber :
Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
    That now are wild, and do not once remember,
    That sometime they have put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand ; and now they range
Busily seeking in continual change.
    Thanked be Fortune, it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better ; but once especial,
In thin array, after a pleasant guise,
    When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall,
    And she me caught in her arms long and small,
And therewithal sweetly did me kiss,
And softly said, ' Dear heart, how like you this ?'
    It was no dream ; for I lay broad awaking :
But all is turn'd now through my gentleness,
Into a bitter fashion of forsaking ;
    And I have leave to go of her goodness ;
    And she also to use new fangleness.
But since that I unkindly so am served :
How like you this, what hath she now deserved ? 
                                 ---Sir Thomas Wyatt