Classic Poem

WHEREIN HE IS RESOLVED TO QUIT LAURA IF — IF —

Yet was I never by Love wearied out,
My Lady, nor shall while my life may last;
But of self-scorn, that date is overpast,
And of continual tears I have a doubt:
I want a sepulchre, white-walled about,
Whose marble, when the soul the flesh hath cast,
Shall keep the secret of your name as fast,
Rather than that my death the reason shout.
However, if a heart of amorous faith
Can, short of torment, feed your savage heart,
May it now please you mercy to impart.
If otherwise you would appease your wrath,
Your rancour errs: that sop will not be thrown —
For which to self and Love my thanks are shown.