Classic Poem

Sonet 4.

If that one care had oure two hearts possest
Or yow once [felt] what I long suffered
Then should thy heart accuse in my hearts stead
The rigor of it selfe for myne vnrest.

Then should thyne arme vpon my shoulder rest
And weight of griefe sway downe thy troubled head
Then should thy teares vpon my sheet be shed
And then thy heart should pant vpon my breast

But when that other cares thy heart doe seaze
Alas what succoure gayne I then by this
But double griefe for thine and myne vnease.

Yet when thou seest thy hurts to wound my heart
And so art taught by me what pitye is
Perhaps thy heart will learne to feele my smart.