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The fruite of all the seruise that I serue

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3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 1    The fruite of all the ser{{s}8}uise that I ser{{s}8} ue
2    Dispaire doth repe such haples hap have I
3    but tho he have no powre to make me swarve
4    yet bye the fire for colde I fele I dye /
5    In paradis for hunger{g’} still I sterve
6    and In the flowde / for thurste to deth I drye
7    so tantalus am I and yn worst payne
8    andyd es{es}{amidst} my helpe / & helples dothe remayne /s

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5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 Attributed to Sir Thomas Wyatt (Rebholz 1978, 100), this poem was entered by H8. This poem features an interesting use of Plutarch’s contraries: the speaker feels cold by the fire, hungers in paradise, and thirsts in a flood. Despite the proximity of the adored, the speaker remains despondent.

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