Classic Poem

Sonnet. I.

Perseuer euer, and haue neuer done.
You weeping accent of my wearie song,
O doe not you eternall passions shunne,
but be you true, and euerlasting long.
Say that shee doth requite you with disdaine,
Yet fortified with hope, endure your fortune:
though cruell now, shee will be kinde againe,
such haps as those, such loues as yours importune:
Though shee protests the faithfullest seueritie,
inexecrable beautie is inflicting:
Kindnesse (in time) will pitty your sincerety,
though now it be your fortunes interdicting.
For som can say, whose loues haue known like passion,
Women are kind by kind, and coy for fashon.