Thomas Wyatt Quotes

The longer the life the more the offense, the more the offense the more the pain, the more the pain the less the defense and the less the defense the less the gain.

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, hélas, I may no more. The vain travail hath wearied me so sore, I am of them that farthest cometh behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore, Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, As well as I may spend his time in vain. And graven with diamonds in letters plain There is written, her fair neck round about: Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

...Wild to hold, though I seem tame.

Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am / And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever.

For like to like, the proverb saith.

For as saith a proverb notable, Each thing seeketh his semblable.