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||Sonnets. The long love that is my thought doth harber ; Farewell, love, and all thy laws forever ; I find no peace, and all my war is done ; My galley chargëd with forgetfulness ; Like to these unmeasurable mountains ; Divers doth use, as I have heard and know ; Unstable dream, according to the place / Sir Thomas Wyatt -- Miscellaneous poems. Madame, withouten many words ; My lute, awake! Perform the last ; And wilt thou leave me thus? ; Forget not yet the tried intent ; Blame not my lute, for he must sound ; Alas, Madame, for stealing of a kiss ; The furious gonne, in his raging ire ; A face that should content me wonders well / Sir Thomas Wyatt -- Satire, addressed to John Poins ; What should I say / Sir Thomas Wyatt.