Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever: <br />Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more. <br />Senec and Plato call me from thy lore, <br />To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour. <br />In blind error when I did persever, <br />Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, <br />Hath taught me to set in trifles no store, <br />And scape forth, since liberty is lever. <br />Therefore farewell, go trouble younger hearts, <br />And in me claim no more authority; <br />With idle youth go use thy property, <br />And thereon spend thy many brittle darts. <br />For, hitherto though I've lost my time, <br />Me lusteth no longer rotten boughs to climb.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-love/
