At the Author's Going into Italy <br /> <br />O whether (poor forsaken) wilt thou go, <br />To go from sorrow and thine own distress, <br />When every place presents the face of woe, <br />And no remove can make thy sorrow less? <br />Yet go (forsaken), leave these woods, these plains; <br />Leave her and all, and all for her that leaves <br />Thee and thy love forlorn, and both disdains, <br />And of both wrongful deems and ill conceives. <br />Seek out some place, and see if any place <br />Give give the least release unto thy grief, <br />Convey thee from the thought of thy disgrace, <br />Steal from thyself, and be thy cares own thief. <br />But yet what comfort shall I hereby gain? <br />Bearing the wound, I needs must feel the pain.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lii-o-whether/
