Madame, withouten many words, <br />Once, I am sure, ye will, or no: <br />And if ye will, then leave your bourds, <br />And use your wit, and show it so, <br /> <br />And with a beck you shall me call, <br />And if of one that burneth alway <br />Ye have any pity at all, <br />Answer him fair with yea or nay. <br /> <br />If it be yea, I shall be fain; <br />If it be nay, friends as before; <br />Ye shall another man obtain, <br />And I mine own and yours no more.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madame-withouten-many-words/
