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EPIGRAM: 17 by THOMAS WYATT

Poet Analysis

First Line: SOME TIME I FLED THE FIRE THAT ME BRENT
Last Line: MASHED IN THE BREERS THAT ERST WAS ALL TO TORN.
Subject(s): DESIRE; FIRE;
Some time I fled the fire that me brent,
By sea, by land, by water, and by wind;
And now I follow the coles that be quent
From Dover to Calais against my mind.
Lo! how desire is both sprung and spent!
And he may see that whilome was so blind;
And all his labor now he laught to scorn,
Mashed in the breers that erst was all to torn.


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