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Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever by Sir Thomas Wyatt

By Sir Thomas Wyatt

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari

Farewell love and all thy laws forever; Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more. Senec and Plato call me from thy lore To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavour. In blind error when I did persever, Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, Hath taught me to set in trifles no store And scape forth, since liberty is lever. Therefore farewell; go trouble younger hearts And in me claim no more authority. With idle youth go use thy property And thereon spend thy many brittle darts,

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"Farewell love and all thy laws forever;..."

"Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever" by Sir Thomas Wyatt is a sad and love english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Farewell love and all thy laws forever; Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more....", this piece explores themes of sad and love through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Sir Thomas Wyatt's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Sir Thomas Wyatt

Sir Thomas Wyatt (c. 1503–1542) was an English poet and diplomat who introduced the sonnet form to English literature. His poems about unrequited love — "Whoso List to Hunt" — are among the earliest English sonnets.

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