If with complaint the pain might be expressed That inwardly doth cause me sigh and groan, Your hard heart and your cruel breast Should sigh and plain for my unrest; And though it were of stone Yet should remorse cause it relent and moan. But since it is so far out of measure That with my words I can it not contain, My overly trust, my heart's treasure, Alas, why do I still endure This restless smart and pain, Since if ye list ye may my woe restrain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST MOVIE by DAVID WAGONER TO HIS MISTRESS by ABRAHAM COWLEY ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH CREPUSCULE DU MATIN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS |