Classic Poem

Since shunning paine I ease can neuer find;
Since bashfull dread seekes where he knowes me harmed;
Since will is won, and stopped eares are charmed;
Since force doth faint, and sight doth make me blind;
Since loosing long, the faster still I bind;
Since naked sence can conquer reason armed;
Since heart in chilling feare with yce is warmed;
In fine, since strife of thought but marres the mind;
I yeeld, O Loue, vnto thy loathed yoke;
But crauing law of armes, whose rule doth teach,
That hardly vsde, whoeuer prison broke,
In justice quit, of honour made no breach:
Whereas if I a gratefull gardien haue,
Thou art my lord, and I thy vowed slaue.