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1 Yf in the worlde there be more woo
2 then I haue now with{w+t+}in my hart
3 where so yt ys yt dothe come froo
4 & in my brest there dothe yt groo
5 ffor to encresse my smart
6 alas I am receyte of euer{u'}y care
7 {p+}{es} and of my lyfe eche sorowe claymes hys parte
8 who lyst to lyue in quyetnes
9 by me let hym be ware
10 for I by gret dysdayn
11 am made with{w+t+}owt redresse
12 & vnkyndnes hathe slayn
13 a symple hart all comfortles
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Commentary
Attributed to Sir Thomas Wyatt,[1] this poem was entered by H6 and is unique to this manuscript. This sonnet describes the speaker's woe due to his beloved's unkindness and disdain for him.
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