Who is Sir Thomas Wyatt

Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 11 October 1542) was a 16th-century English politician, ambassador, and lyric poet credited with introducing the sonnet to English literature. He was born at Allington Castle near Maidstone in Kent, though the family was originally from Yorkshire. His family adopted the Lancastrian side in the Wars of Roses. His mother was Anne Skinner, and his father Henry, who had earlier been imprisoned and tortured by Richard III, had been a Privy Councillor of Henry VII and remained a trusted adviser when Henry VIII ascended the throne in 1509. Thomas followed his father to court after his education at St John's College, Cambridge. Entering the King's service, he was entrusted with many important diplomatic missions. In public life his principal patron was Thomas Cromwell, a...
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Colcontent: senior editor andrew smith couldn't pick just one! to flush, my dog, by elizabeth barrett browning whoso list to hunt, i know where is an hynde, by sir thomas wyatt sonnet 73: that time of year thou mayst in me behold, by william shakespeare
Laurelworlds: 11th april 1554; beheading of sir thomas wyatt the younger on tower hill.
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