Happy in sleep, waking content to languish, <br />Embracing clouds by night; in daytime, mourn; <br />All things I loath save her and mine own anguish, <br />Pleas'd in my hurt inured to live forlorn. <br />Nought do I crave but love, death, or my Lady, <br />Hoarse with crying mercy, mercy yet my merit; <br />So man vows and prayers e'er made I, <br />That now at length t'yield, mere pity were it. <br />But still the Hydra of my cares renewing, <br />Revives new sorrows of her fresh disdaining; <br />Still must I go the summer winds pursuing, <br />Finding no end nor period of my paining. <br />Wail all my life, my griefs do touch so nearly, <br />And thus I live, because I love her dearly.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xvi-happy-in-sleep/
