| Sir Thomas Wyatt (150342). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Epigrams | | Of his Love that pricked her Finger with a Needle |
| | | SHE sat, and sewed, that hath done me the wrong; | |
| Whereof I plain, and have done many a day: | |
| And, whilst she heard my plaint, in piteous song | |
| She wishd my heart the sampler, that it lay. | |
| The blind master, whom I have served so long, | 5 |
| Grudging to hear that he did hear her say, | |
| Made her own weapon do her finger bleed, | |
| To feel if pricking were so good indeed. | | | | |
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