Classic Poem

If scalding sighes my faith may testifie,
And brinish teares of Love may warrant bee:
Both th'one and th'other thou hast seene with eye:
Then what wouldst have (hard Harted) more of mee?
But thou (perhaps) though much I have endured,
Wouldst yet be better of my faith assured.
Then with thine eyes into my brest doo peere,
(Which for the nonce I leave to open sight)
And that which now thou doubtst, see shalt thou cleere;
Ah, marke it then, and view what showes so bright.
But too too cruell art thou and precise,
That wilt not credite give to thine own eyes.