Note 55 — Chapter VII
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One of Anne Boleyn's principal favourites was Sir Thomas Wyatt, who was celebrated at that day as a man of humour, though at present we see nothing in his poems but a few poetical conceits. The titles of them are suggestive: "The Lover sending sighs to move his suit." "Of his Love who pricked her finger with a needle." "The Lover praiseth the beauty of his Lady's hand." He wrote the following upon the Queen's name:—
"What word is that, that changeth not, Though it be turned and made in twain? It is mine Anna, God it wot, The only causer of my pain; My love that meedeth with disdain; Yet is it loved, what will you more? It is my salve and eke my sore."