SOURCE: "Thomas Wyatt's Poetry: The Politics of Love," in Criticism, Vol. XX, No. 4, Fall, 1978, pp. 349-65.

In the following essay, Kamholtz argues that the interplay between politics and love in Wyatt's poetry expresses the limits of Henry VW's court.

Wyatt's "He is not ded that sometyme hath a fall" examines various natural consolations for political disgrace.

 HE is not ded that sometyme hath a fall.
The Sonne retometh that was vnder the clowd
And when fortune hath spitt oute all her gall
I trust good luck to me shalbe allowd.
For I have sene a shippe into haven fall
After the storme hath broke boeth mast and shrowd; 

 And eke the willowe that stowpeth with the wynde
Doeth ryse again, and greater wode doeth bynd.1 

Wyatt, closely following his source in Serafino, searches for a satisfactory metaphorical model: by grace of what force can the fallen one be...