Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do

Though Inclination Be As Sharp As Will, My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent, And, Like A Man To Double Business Bound, I Stand In Pause Where I Shall First Begin, And Both Neglect.

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.