BLAME not my Lute! for he must sound For lack of wit the Lute is bound My Lute, alas! doth not offend, Blame not my Lute! BLAME NOT MY LUTE. My Lute and strings may not deny, But wreak thyself some other way; Spite asketh spite, and changing change, Blame but thyself that hast misdone, And well deserved to have blame; Change thou thy way, so evil begone, By thy desert their wonted way, Blame not my Lute! Farewell! unknown; for though thou break Blame not my Lute! SIR THOMAS WYAT. |