Absens absenting causithe me to complaine

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    Absens absenting causithe me to complaine

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    ←I abide and abide and better abide I finde no peace and all my warre is donne→
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    f. [81v]

    1    Absens absenting causithe me to com{_o}plaine
    2    {es}{_o} my sorofull complayntes abiding in distresse
    3    and depar{p+}ting most pryvie increasithe my paine
    4    thus lyve I vncomfortid wrappid all in hevines

    f. [82r] 

    5    In hevenes I am wrapid devoyde of all solace
    6    nother pastyme nor pleasure can{_a} revyve my dull wytt
    7    my sprites{es} be all taken . and dethe dothe me manace
    8    withe his fatall knif the thrid for to kitt

    9    ffor to kit the thrid of this wretchid lif
    10    and shortelye bring me owt of this cace
    11    I se yt avaylith not yet must I be pensif
    12    sins fortune from{_o} me hathe turnid her face

    13    {_o}{w+t+} her face she hathe turnid with cowntenance contrarious
    14    and clene from{_o} her presens she hathe exilid me
    15    yn sorrowe remayning as aman a man  most dolorous
    16    exempte from{_o} all pleasure and worldelye felicitie

    17    all wordelie felicitye nowe am I pryvate
    18    and left in deserte moste solitarilye
    19    wandring all about as on with{w+t+}owt mate
    20    my dethe aprochithe what remedye

    21    what remedye alas to reioise my wofull herte
    22    withe sighis suspiring most rufullie
    23    nowe wellcome I am redye to deperte
    24    fare well all plesure welcome paine / and smar{m'}te /

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    Commentary

    Attributed to Sir Thomas Wyatt,[1] this poem was entered by H8. Fortune has turned her face away from the speaker and leaves him in misery. The speaker seems cut off from human contact in a private world. Similar to many courtly love lyrics, this poem can be interpreted as commenting on both love and politics.

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