Thomas Wyatt - "My heart I gave thee, not to do it pain" lyrics

My heart I gave thee, not to do it pain; But to preserve, it was to thee taken. I served thee, not to be forsaken, But that I should be rewarded again. I was content thy servant to remain But not to be paid under this fashion. Now since in thee is none other reason, Displease thee not if that I do refrain, Unsatiate of my woe and thy desire, Assured by craft to excuse thy fault. But since it please thee to feign a default, Farewell, I say, parting from the fire: For he that believeth bearing in hand, Plougheth in water and soweth in the sand.