Turns up the grayns of gold already tryd :
With spurr and sayle for I go seke the Temis,
Gaynward the sonne that showth her welthi pryd :
And to the town which Brutus sowght by dremis.
Like bendyd mone doth lend her lusty syd :
My Kyng my Contry alone for whome I lyve :
Of myghty love the winges for this me gyve.
Poem Tagus Farewell
Thomas Wyatt
