Sonnet IX - Sir Thomas Wyatt

Inauguro una sección de Literatura en el Blog. Comenzaré con algo de Sir Thomas Wyatt, introductor del soneto en Inglaterra en el siglo XVI. Si encuentro las versiones en inglés "actualizado" las pondré, ya que el inglés de entonces es ligeramente diferente y más complicado que el actual.

Que os aproveche, el soneto IX de Wyatt.


There was never file half so well filed,


To file a file for every smith's intent,

As I was made a filing instrument

To frame others while I was beguiled.

But reason hath at my folly smiled,

And pardoned me sins that I me repent,

Of my lost years, and time mispent.

For youth did me lead and falshood guided,

Yet this trust I have of full great appearance,

Since that deceit is aye returneable,

Of very force it is agreeable

That therewithal be done the recompense.

Then guile beguiled plained should be never,

And the reward little trust for ever.