The love which me so cruelly tormenteth So pleasing is in my extreamest paine, That all the more my sorrow it augmenteth, The more I love and doe embrace my bane. Ne doe I wish (for wishing were but vaine) To be acquit fro my continuall smart, But joy, her thrall for ever to remayne, And yield for pledge my poore captyved hart; The which, that it from her may never start, Let her, yf please her, bynd with adamant chayne, And from all wandring loves, which mote pervart His safe assurance, strongly it restrayne. Onely let her abstaine from cruelty, And doe me not before my time to dy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE VAMPIRE by RUDYARD KIPLING VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |