| (My enemies surround my soul) |
| Veritas Viat Fides |
| Circumdederunt |
| me inimici mei |
| by |
| Sir Thomas Wyatt, the Elder |
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| Who list his wealth and ease retain |
| Himself let him unknown contain |
| Press not too fast in at that gate |
| Where the return stands by disdain |
| For sure, circa Regna tonat. |
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| The high mountains are blasted oft |
| When the low valley is mild and soft. |
| Fortune with Health stands at debate. |
| The fall is grievous from aloft. |
| And sure, circa Regna tonat |
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| These bloody days have broken my hear. |
| My lust, my youth did them depart, |
| And blind desire of estate. |
| Who hastes to climb seeks to revert. |
| Of truth, circa Regna tonat. |
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| The bell tower showed me such sight |
| That in my head sticks day and night. |
| There did I learn out of a grate, |
| For all favour, glory, or might, |
| That yet circa Regena tonat. |
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| By proof, I say, there did I learn: |
| Wit helpeth not defence too yerne, |
| Of innocency to plead or prate. |
| Bear low, therefore, give God the stern, |
| For sure, cica Regna tonat. |
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| B. MS. |
