|←Author Index: Wy||Thomas Wyatt
|Henry VIII who refers to himself in several of his poems under the latinised "Viat" or "V."A poet and Ambassador in the service of|
- Abide and Abide and Better Abide
- Alas Madam for Stealing of a Kiss
- A Revocation
- Blame not my lute
- Divers doth use
- Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever
- Forget not yet
- I Find No Peace
- Lux, My Fair Falcon
- Madam, withouten many words
- Mine own John Poins
- My galley
- My Lute Awake!
- Of the Courtier's Life
- Stand whoso list
- The Appeal
- The long love that in my thought doth harbor
- The Lover Showeth How He Is Forsaken of Such as He Sometime Enjoyed
- They flee from me
- Throughout the World
- Who list his wealth and ease retain
- Whoso list to hunt
- Vixi Puellis Nuper Idoneus...
- V. Innocentia Veritas Viat Fides Circumdederunt me inimici mei
- What Means This, When I Lie Alone?
- What Should I Say!
- What vaileth truth?!
- Sonnet 134, by Petrarch
- Sonnet 134 Prose Translation, by Petrarch
- Sonnet 140, by Petrarch
- Sonnet 189, by Petrarch
- Sonnet 190, by Petrarch
Works about Wyatt
- Stanzas on the death of Wyatt, by w:Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
- Sir Thomas Wyatt article in A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature