Sweet shades, why doe you seeke to giwe delight <br />To me, who deeme delight in this wilde place: <br />But torment, sorrow, and mine owne disgrace, <br />To taste of joy, or your vaine pleasing sight? <br />Show them your pleasures who saw never night <br />Of griefe, where joyings fawning smiling face <br />Appears as day, where griefe found never space: <br />Yet for a sigh, a groane, or envies spite. <br />But O: on me a world of woes doe lye, <br />Or els on me all harmes strive to relye, <br />And to attend like servants bound to me. <br />Heate in desire, while frosts of care I prove, <br />Wanting my love, yet surfet doe with love, <br />Burne, and yet freeze, better in Hell to be.<br /><br />Mary Wroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/19-5/
