| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | How the Lover perisheth in his Delight as the Fly in the Fire |
| | | SOME fowls there be that have so perfect sight, | |
| Against the sun their eyes for to defend; | |
| And some, because the light doth them offend, | |
| Never appear but in the dark or night: | |
| Other rejoice to see the fire so bright, | 5 |
| And ween to play in it, as they pretend, | |
| But find contrary of it, that they intend. | |
| Alas! of that sort may I be by right; | |
| For to withstand her look I am not able; | |
| Yet can I not hide me in no dark place; | 10 |
| So followeth me remembrance of that face, | |
| That with my teary eyen, swoln, and unstable, | |
| My destiny to behold her doth me lead; | |
| And yet I know I run into the glead. | | | | |
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