Classic Poem

If I could thinke how these my thoughts to leaue,
Or thinking still, my thoughts might haue good end;
If rebell sence would reason's law receaue,
Or reason foyld would not in vaine contend;
Then might I thinke what thoughts were best to thinke;
Then might I wisely swimme, or gladly sinke.
If either you would change your cruell heart,
Or, cruell still, time did your beautie staine;
If from my soule this loue would once depart,
Or for my loue some loue I might obtaine;
Then might I hope a change, or ease of minde,
By your good helpe or in myselfe to finde;
But since my thoughts in thinking still are spent,
With reason's strife by sences ouerthrowne;
You fairer still and still more cruell bent,
I louing still a loue that loueth none;
I yeeld and striue, I kisse and curse the paine —
Thought, reason, sense, time, you, and I maintaine.