VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this, <br />That me thou makest thus tormented be: <br />the whiles she lordeth in licentious blisse <br />of her freewill, scorning both thee and me. <br />See how the Tyrannesse doth ioy to see <br />the huge massacres which her eyes do make: <br />and humbled harts brings captiues vnto thee, <br />that thou of them mayst mightie vengeance take. <br />But her proud hart doe thou a little shake <br />and that high look, with which she doth comptroll <br />all this worlds pride bow to a baser make, <br />and al her faults in thy black booke enroll. <br />That I may laugh at her in equall sort, <br />as she doth laugh at me & makes my pain her sport.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x/
