Divers Doth Use

DIVERS doth use, as I have heard and know,
When that to change their ladies do begin,
To mourn and wail, and never for to lynn,¹
Hoping thereby to 'pease their painful woe.
And some there be that when it chanceth so
That women change, and hate where love hath been,
They call them false, and think with words to win
The hearts of them which otherwhere doth grow.
But as for me, though that by chance indeed
Change hath outworn the favour that I had,
I will not wail, lament, nor yet be sad,
Nor call her false that falsely did me feed ;
But let it pass, and think it is of kind
That often change doth please a woman's mind.

First off, I want to say that I really love this sonnet because it is talking about letting go when the passion in a relationship wears off. THANK YOU Wyatt. It is about time someone writes a poem and talks about the realistic side of love. For a guy who lived in England five hundred years ago, I got to say that Wyatt was pretty darn modern in his views. In the beginning of the sonnet, he went on recalling all the things he knew about  "love" from watching others; the men who wept for the loss of their ladies and how they went out of their ways to win them back. He then lets us know about his own opinions on the subject, which is, don't try to win someone that just doesn't want to be won back!!! You are hurting your own case buddy. When love naturally runs out, you would just have to let it go and turn a new chapter in your life. I agree with his thinking and I think that it is something even a few people in the 21st century should learn about. This is a great sonnet that reflects Wyatt's views on love and relationship. It is quite rare to see poems that depict love in such a temporary manner: something that can end just on its own, but the way Wyatt wrote about it doesnt make it any less beautiful than other typical love poems. There is almost a hint of passion in the words and the way Wyatt talks how woman change their hearts makes it seem almost inevitable, like changing one's feelings is similar to seasonal changes. Overall, I give this poem a nine out of ten.