Wyatt's I Find No Peace
I FIND NO PEACE Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) The Text 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 nought I have, and all the world I season. That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise-- 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 life and death, And my delight is causer of this strife. Critical Essay If the modern reader reads few lines from Surrey�s Epitaph on Sir Thomas Wyatt , he/she can easily understand how he appeared before his contemporaries as the first Renaissance gentleman-poet. Surrey writes in the very year of Wyatt�s death that he had a courtier�s eye, a scholar�s tongue, and a hand...