Sir Thomas Wyatt grew up at the court of Henry VIII and *allegedly* fell in love with Anne Boleyn. A diplomat, an ambassador to the Italian and French courts, he was sophisticated, worldly and ambitious - and yet his poetry paints a very different picture of a man vulnerable, divided and suffering.
I disagree with the Penguin blurb that this is autobiographical verse, as I think Wyatt is far more sophisticated a writer than that - and anyway, the idea of writing autobiographical poetry simply didn't exist in the Renaissance. But whether it reflects his real-life emotions or not, his poetry contains a haunting quality of anguished rawness that makes him suprisingly modern.
Rebholz's edition is modernised in terms of spelling and punctuation but is still recognised as one of the most reliable scholarly texts. Helpfully he divides the poems attributed to Wyatt during his lifetime from those attributed to him afterwards, and has extensive notes on sources, glossary etc.