Classic Poem

Sonet 1.

Much sorrowe in it selfe my loue doth move
More my dispayre to loue a hopelesse blisse
My follie most to loue where sure to misse
O helpe me but this last griefe to remoue.

All payne if yow command it, ioy doth proue
And wisdome to seeke ioy; then say but this
Because my pleasure in thy torment is
I doe command thee withoute hope to loue.

So when this thought my sorrowes shall augment
That myne owne follie did procure my payne
Then shall I say to giue my selfe content
Obedience only made me loue in vayne
It was youre will and not my want of wit
I haue the payne, beare yow the blame of it.