Classic Poem

Sonnet. IX.

Loue haue I followed al too-long naught gaining,
and sigh'd I haue in vaine to sweet what smarteth,
but from his bow a fiery arrow parteth,
thinking that I should him resist, not playning.
But cowardly my hart submisse remaining,
yeelds to receiue what shaft thy faire eye darteth:
well doe I see thine eye, my bale imparteth,
and that saue death no hope I am detaining.
For what is he can alter Fortunes slyding?
one in his bed consumes his life away,
other in warres, another in the sea,
the like effects in mee haue theyr abiding.
For heauens avowed my fortune should be such,
That I should die by louing farre too much.