|←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!
- 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
|Works by this author published before January 1, 1923 are in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. Translations or editions published later may be copyrighted. Posthumous works may be copyrighted based on how long they have been published in certain countries and areas.|