Classic Poem

Sonnet. VI.

Thus long impos'd to euerlasting plaining,
(diuinely constant to the worthiest Fayre)
and mooued by eternally disdayning,
aye to perseuer in vnkind despayre:
Because now, Silence, wearily confinde
in tedious dying: and a dombe restraint,
Breakes forth in teares from mine vnable mind,
to ease her passion by a poore complaint.
O doe not therefore to thy selfe suggest
that I can greeue, to haue immur'd so long,
Vpon the matter of mine owne vnrest:
such greefe is not the tenor of my song,
that byde so zealously so bad a wrong.
My greefe is this: vnlesse I speake and plaine mee,
Thou wilt perseuer, euer to disdaine mee.