O Gentle Love, ungentle for thy deed, <br />Thou makest my heart <br />A bloody mark <br />With piercing shot to bleed. <br />Shoot soft, sweet Love, for fear thou shoot amiss, <br />For fear too keen <br />Thy arrows been, <br />And hist the heart where my beloved is. <br />Too fair that fortune were, nor never I <br />Shall be so blest, <br />Among the rest, <br />That Love shall seize on her by sympathy. <br />Then since with Love my prayers bear no boot, <br />This doth remain <br />To cease my pain, <br />I take the wound, and die at Venus' foot.<br /><br />George Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sad-shepherd-s-passion-of-love/
