I Find No Peace

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I Find No Peace
by Thomas Wyatt


I find no peace, and all my war is done,

I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice.

I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise,

And naught I have, and all the world I seize on.

That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison,

And holdeth me not, yet can I 'scape nowise;

Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,

And yet of death it giveth me occasion.

Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain;

I desire to perish, and yet I ask health;

I love another, and thus I hate myself;

I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain.

Likewise displeaseth me both death and live,

And my delight is causer of this strife.