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| Thomas Wyatt by Holbein the younger |
Thomas Wyatt’s portrait suggests he was a discontented fellow. His
eyes are troubled, mentally tortured even, his mouth down-turned, his cheeks
sagging, as if he is tired of life and living.
But maybe we are swayed by the stories we’ve all heard of his unhappy
marriage, his unrequited love for Anne Boleyn, his lovelorn poetry, his
enforced exile, false imprisonment. But what do we really know?
Was Tom Wyatt really the tortured poet and lover that we like to think
he was? There are plenty of known facts about him, placing him in a certain
place at a certain date, clues we can pick up and learn from. There is the
aforementioned portrait by Holbein, various letters and papers, a biography of
Anne Boleyn, written by his grandson, George Wyatt…and, closest to his heart of
all, there is his poetry.
Born in 1503, Thomas Wyatt was destined for life in the royal court,
his father remained in high favour since his support of Henry VII at Bosworth,
and Wyatt’s first recorded presence is in the entourage of the christening of
Princess Mary. (A future queen, incidentally, who would one day be responsible
for the beheading of Wyatt’s son after the Lady Jane Grey affair in 1554.)
In a dynastic power match Wyatt was married to Elizabeth Brooke in
1520, a union that, despite the birth of Thomas Wyatt the younger, proved both
unhappy and unsuccessful. In later years Wyatt, after accusing her of adultery,
parted company with his wife to live openly with his mistress, Elizabeth
Darrell.
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| Henry VIII - the Chatsworth Portrait |
One of Henry VIII’s esquires of the body, he became one of the King’s
intimates, entering into the courtly pastimes--jousting, hunting and dancing.
Like Henry, Wyatt wrote verses, an important component of the courtly love
games that were so popular among the royal household. These poems were often
left where a girl could find them, or offered as tokens; sometimes the poems
were altered or embellished by another hand before being passed on. They were
not published in his lifetime and in all probability never meant for close
interpretation. Due to Wyatt’s central role in the story of Anne Boleyn
however, history has decided otherwise.
It must have been during this carefree period of Henry VIII’s reign
that Wyatt’s romantic interest in Anne Boleyn was first piqued. As part of
Queen Katherine’s household Anne would have been fair game for Wyatt’s
attention but, when it became clear that Henry had set his sights on the same
target, Wyatt either withdrew or was sent by the king on a mission that took
him away from court.
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| Anne Boleyn: the Hever portrait |
Most historians seem to agree that some sort of an attachment existed
between Thomas and Anne but we can only guess at the extent of it. Some read a
physical involvement into the poems but it seems to me to have been one
sided. Although there seems little doubt
in the depth of Wyatt’s involvement, at the time he first began to make
reference to Anne, she was engaged in a liason with Henry Percy, an affair that
was quickly nipped in the bud by Cardinal Wolsey.
I am not skilled enough to judge the quality of Wyatt’s poetry but his
particular choice of words and nuances of meaning can leave no doubt as to his
state of mind. This is love if ever I saw it. A riddle, punning on the name
‘Anna’, points to the possible identity of his secret lady.
What word is that that changeth not,
Though it be turned and made in twain?
It is mine answer, God it wot,
And eke the causer of my pain.
It love rewardeth with disdain:
Yet is it loved. What would ye more?
It is my health eke and my sore.
It could, of course, be another Anna, it was a common enough name. It
is not until you read all the poems as one unit that the argument for the
object of his passion being Anne Boleyn becomes stronger.
The following poem is believed to have been written later, and the
lines were altered at some point to make them less dangerous. The line "Her that did set a country in
a roar" was changed to read, "Brunet, that set my wealth in such a roar". Obviously the initial reference to Anne was
far too explicit, after all, what other ‘brunet’ of his acquaintance had ‘set
the country in a roar?’
If waker care, if sudden
pale colour,
If many sighs, with little
speech to plain,
Now Joy, now woe, if they my
cheer disdain,
For hope of small, if much to
fear therefore;
To haste to slack my pace
less or more,
Be sign of love, then do I
love again.
If thou ask whom; sure, since
I did refrain
Her that did set our country in
a roar,
Th'unfeigned cheer of Phyllis
hath the place
That Brunet had; she hath and
ever shall.
She from myself now hath me
in her grace:
She hath in hand my wit, my
will, my all.
My heart alone well worthy
she doth stay,
Without whose help, scant do
I live a day.
Taken individually, Wyatt’s poetry could refer to anyone, it is not
until you come to the most famous verse of all that arguments against it being
Anne begin to collapse. It could, I
suppose, have been poetic licence or wishful thinking but surely, the words are
too personal for that. In my opinion
these lines can only have been written by a man who has lived them and it is
this poem that endorses all the others. There is no need, I think, to explain
the meaning, Wyatt speaks as clearly now as he did then but he also
illustrates, quite clearly, that the attachment was one-sided and, at least by
the time that this verse was written, Anne belonged to Henry:
Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, alas, I may no more,
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore.
I am of them that farthest cometh behind;
Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the Deer: but as she fleeth afore,
Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.
Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,
As well as I may spend his time in vain:
And, graven with diamonds, in letters plain
There is written her fair neck round about:
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
Another poem, possibly written after Noli Me Tangere shows Wyatt trying
to reconcile himself to the fact that he has lost, trying to convince himself
(and others perhaps) that his affection had been nothing but folly. But, all
these years later, are we convinced? Or do the words smack of bravado? How many
of us have shrugged our shoulders and said, ‘I never loved him anyway’?
Some time I fled the fire that me brent
By sea, by land, by water and by wind;
And now I follow the coals that be quent,
From Dover to Calais against my mind.
Lo how desire is both sprung and spent!
And he may see that whilom was so blind,
And all his labour now he laugh to scorn,
Meshed in the briars that erst was all to-torn.
Wyatt continued to serve the king. He was made High Marshal of Calais
and Commissioner of the Peace of Essex.
In 1532 he accompanied the King and Anne, who was by then the King's
mistress, on their visit to Calais and when the royal divorce was finally
granted Anne Boleyn married the King in January 1533. Wyatt served in her
coronation in June and in 1535 he was knighted but a year later, when Anne’s
fortune turned, Wyatt’s former attachment for the queen almost dragged him down
with her.
It is said that he witnessed
Anne's execution, from the window of his prison in the Bell Tower, writing a
lengthy elegy to the men who died alongside her, and making no secret of his
broken heart. He also remembered her in another verse, although he still does
not dare to mention her name.
These bloody days have broken my heart.
My lust, my youth did them depart,
And blind desire of estate.
Who hastes to climb seeks to revert.
Of truth, circa Regna tonat. (around the throne it thunders)
The bell tower showed me such sight
That in my head sticks day and night.
There did I learn out of a grate,
For all favour, glory, or might,
That yet circa Regna tonat.
Some say it was thanks to Cromwell that Thomas Wyatt escaped execution,
but he may well have suffered the more for surviving. A diplomat as well as a
politician, his subsequent career took him back to Europe where he became
involved in intrigue and espionage, leading to his capture and ransom by Spain.
His involvement in the attempted assassination of Reginald Pole led (somewhat
ironically) to an accusation of treasonable contact with the king’s enemies and
a second spell in the Tower.
As a diplomat (some say spy) Wyatt was in constant danger, and wherever
he travelled, he will have taken his memories with him. He doesn’t seem to have
achieved happiness and some biographers have accused him of revelling in poetic
misery. That may be a little harsh. It is easy to sit in our secure, warm
environment and judge those who lived in tougher times. I think we can say
Thomas Wyatt was a man who, although unfortunate in love, understood love. I
think we can say he suffered for his love, and I think we can say he was a
victim of the times he lived in – yet another victim of Henry VIII. He died of
a fever in 1542, just six years after Anne and in a letter written to his son
in 1537 he described his life as "a thousand dangers and hazards,
enmities, hatreds, prisonments, despites and indignations"
A full account of Anne Boleyn's life, featuring her relationship with Wyatt can be read here.
A full account of Anne Boleyn's life, featuring her relationship with Wyatt can be read here.
I explore the relationship between Anne and Wyatt Here
Judith is the author of eleven historical fiction novels and is currently researching and writing the life of Mary Tudor, Queen of England.
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