If this be love, to draw a weary breath, <br />Paint on floods, till the shore, cry to th'air, <br />With downward looks still reading on the earth, <br />The sad memorials of my love's despair. <br />If this be love, to war against my soul, <br />Lie down to wail, rise up to sigh and grieve me, <br />The never-resting stone of care to roll, <br />Still to complain my griefs, and none relieve me. <br />If this be love, to clothe me with dark thoughts, <br />Haunting untrodden paths to wail apart, <br />My pleasures horror, music tragic notes, <br />Tears in my eyes, and sorrow at my heart. <br />If this be love, to live a living death, <br />O then love I and draw this weary breath.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ix-if-this-be-love/
