Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, <br />Duly to count the sum of all my cares, <br />I find my griefs innumerable grow, <br />The reckonings rise to millions of despairs; <br />And thus dividing of my fatal hours, <br />The payments of my love I read and cross, <br />Subtracting, set my sweets unto my sours, <br />My joy's arrearage leads me to my loss; <br />And thus mine eye's a debtor to thine eye, <br />Which by extortion gaineth all their looks; <br />My heart hath paid such grievous usury <br />That all their wealth lies in thy beauty's books, <br />And all is thine which hath been due to me, <br />And I a bankrupt, quite undone by thee.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iii-taking-my-pen/
