If there be any one can take my place And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve, Think not that I can grudge it, but believe I do commend you to that nobler grace, That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face; Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive I too am crown'd, while bridal crowns I weave, And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace. For if I did not love you, it might be That I should grudge you some one dear delight; But since the heart is yours that was mine own, Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right, Your honourable freedom makes me free, And you companion'd I am not alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (4) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE GASCOIGNE'S GOOD MORROW by GEORGE GASCOIGNE MARCHING (AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE) by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |