| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Odes | | That Patience alone can heal the Wound inflicted by Adversity |
| | | PATIENCE of all my smart! | |
| For Fortune is turned awry: | |
| Patience must ease my heart, | |
| That mourns continually. | |
| Patience to suffer wrong | 5 |
| Is a Patience too long. | |
| Patience to have a nay, | |
| Of that I most desire; | |
| Patience to have alway, | |
| And ever burn like fire. | 10 |
| Patience without desart | |
| Is grounder of my smart. | |
| Who can with merry heart | |
| Set forth some pleasant song, | |
| That always feels but smart, | 15 |
| And never hath but wrong? | |
| Yet patience evermore | |
| Must heal the wound and sore. | |
| Patience! to be content, | |
| With froward Fortune’s train! | 20 |
| Patience, to the intent | |
| Somewhat to slake my pain: | |
| I see no remedy, | |
| But suffer patiently. | |
| To plain where is none ear | 25 |
| My chance is chanced so; | |
| For it doth well appear | |
| My Friend is turn’d my foe: | |
| But since there is no defence, | |
| I must take Patience. | 30 | | | |
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