Classic Poem

Sonnet. X.

I mete not mine, by others discontent,
for none compares with mee in true deuotion,
yet though my teares and sighes to her be spent,
her cruell hart disdaines what they doe motion,
Yet though persisting in eternall hate,
to agrauate the cause of my complayning,
her furie nere confineth with a date,
I will not cease to loue for her disdaining.
Such punie thoughts of vnresolued ground,
whose inaudacitie dares but base conceite,
in mee, and my loue, neuer shall be found;
those coward thoughts vnworthy minds awaite:
But those that loue well, haue not yet begun,
Perseuer euer, and haue neuer done.