Oh, for some honest lover's ghost, <br />Some kind unbodied post <br />Sent from the shades below! <br />I strangely long to know <br />Whether the noble chaplets wear <br />Those that their mistress' scorn did bear <br />Or those that were used kindly. <br /> <br />For whatsoe'er they tell us here <br />To make those sufferings dear, <br />'Twill there, I fear, be found <br />That to the being crowned <br />T' have loved alone will not suffice, <br />Unless we also have been wise <br />And have our loves enjoyed. <br /> <br />What posture can we think him in <br />That, here unloved, again <br />Departs, and 's thither gone <br />Where each sits by his own? <br />Or how can that Elysium be <br />Where I my mistress still must see <br />Circled in other's arms? <br /> <br />For there the judges all are just, <br />And Sophonisba must <br />Be his whom she held dear, <br />Not his who loved her here. <br />The sweet Philoclea, since she died, <br />Lies by her Pirocles his side, <br />Not by Amphialus. <br /> <br />Some bays, perchance, or myrtle bough <br />For difference crowns the brow <br />Of those kind souls that were <br />The noble martyrs here; <br />And if that be the only odds, <br />(As who can tell?) ye kinder gods, <br />Give me the woman here!<br /><br />Sir John Suckling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-10/
