Description of the Contrarious Passions
in a Lover
I find no
peace, and all my war is done;
I fear and hope, I burn, and freeze like ice;
I fly aloft, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I seize;
That locks nor loseth, holdeth me in prison, and holds me not,
yet can I scape no wise:
Nor lets me live, nor die, at my devise, and yet of death it
giveth me occasion.
Without eye I see, without tongue I plain; I wish to perish, yet
I ask for health;
I love another, and thus I hate myself;
I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my plain.
Lo, thus displeaseth me both death and
life,
And my delight is causer of this
strife.
~Sir Thomas
Wyatt
