| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Rondeaux | | Of the Folly of loving when the Season of Love is past |
| | | YE old mule! that think yourself so fair, | |
| Leave off with craft your beauty to repair, | |
| For it is time without any fable; | |
| No man setteth now by riding in your saddle! | |
| Too much travail so do your train appair | 5 |
| Ye old mule! | |
| With false favour though you deceive the ayes, | |
| Who so taste you shall well perceive your layes | |
| Savoureth somewhat of a keeper’s stable; | |
| Ye old mule! | 10 |
| Ye must now serve to market, and to fair, | |
| All for the burthen, for panniers a pair; | |
| For since grey hairs ben powder’d in your sable, | |
| The thing ye seek for, you must yourself enable | |
| To purchase it by payment and by prayer; | 15 |
| Ye old mule! | | | | |
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