The love which me so cruelly tormenteth,
So pleasing is in my extreamest paine:
that all the more my sorrow it augmenteth,
the more I love and doe embrace my bane.
Ne doe I wish (for wishing were but vaine)
to be acquit from my continuall smart:
but joy her thrall for ever to remayne,
and yield for pledge my poore captyved hart;
The which that it from her may never start,
let her, yf please her, bynd with adamant chayne:
and from all wandring loves which mote pervart,
his safe assurance strongly it restrayne.
Onely let her abstaine from cruelty,
and doe me not before my time to dy.
So pleasing is in my extreamest paine:
that all the more my sorrow it augmenteth,
the more I love and doe embrace my bane.
Ne doe I wish (for wishing were but vaine)
to be acquit from my continuall smart:
but joy her thrall for ever to remayne,
and yield for pledge my poore captyved hart;
The which that it from her may never start,
let her, yf please her, bynd with adamant chayne:
and from all wandring loves which mote pervart,
his safe assurance strongly it restrayne.
Onely let her abstaine from cruelty,
and doe me not before my time to dy.
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