Classic Poem

Kinde sir after a longe enquiry I haue at length obteynd the
happynes to be honourd with the knowledge of yoore name and
place of youre abydinge; and now no longer able to brydle
my affectione or conceale the secrett counseyles of my loue
swolne harte too weake a prysone to keepe passions in I am bold
to trouble you with my minde, as well to vnburthen my selfe
of these thoughtes vnder whose pressure, my poore harte faynted
as to lett you knowe for whose sake it is, I suffer: To auoyd all
excesiue apollogies; and vnnecessarie circumlocutions to lead
youre expectatione a greate way aboute I come w th youre
pardon a neerer way home loue brookes no delayes
you may remember some too monthes since, there was a hare
hunted not farr from Osterly at w ch sport there were many
gentlemen of good accoumpt: it fortuned (I will not wish
it had not) that the hare came into an orchard, belonginge vnto
a worthy woman; whose poore handmayd I am proud to be
I was then adryinge of a few clothes by the hedg where the
hare came through and the first gentleman I cast my eye on
was yoore selfe: so well mounted and so well becomminge
the proud beast you rode on: that I could haue lookt methought
an age on so pleasinge an obiect to see firmly you satt as if
you had growne to the saddle notwithstandinge the many boundes
and lofty curuetts yoore stately courser made, — somthinge I
then sayde foolishly I confesse in prayse of the beast and you retur
and me so courteous and smooth an answer and in such oyly
language: that fond wench I spake the more and oftner to draw
more wordes from you: so well I likt them I was but a seruant
and durst not giue a wellcome of anothers cost: otherwise: if my
country oratory could haue preuayld: I should haue been so bold
as to haue inuited you to a cup of the best drinke our house had
afforded; but to come nearer yett; euer since that time: I haue
felt such an vnvsuall warmth; warmth say I nay rather fyer
at my poore hart that neither reason nor discretione could allay nor
my many teares eyther coole or quench: the most ease I find
is in thinkinge of you: and then a sigh the bellows of desire
blowes vp the fire agen, my workinge fancy heapes more
fuell on; till it flame out into distractione I haue stroue
all that I can but in vayne to forgett, what I cannot but remember
you, you sweete sir; that gaue the wound that art it selfe findes
no medycine to cure: this may deserue yoore pitty, though I am
vnworthy of youre loue: my ambytione dares not sore so high a
pitch all I shall desire is, that I may once more see you, ere
my rebellious passiones make an end of me: they growe too
stronge for me to coope w th : had I but seene you I should
willingely subscribe to fate: and sleepe out my hard fortune
in the silent graue; doe me this fauoure; and my partinge
soule shall thanke you. Tis but a small one if another begd it
I begg it as the greatest I can wish for: doe not then
denye her this; that lyuinge or dyinge wilbe euer

Youres Penelope Truloue

I heare you are poeticall and in my sicknes
to giue my sorrowes the more vent I haue
composd this poore sonnett w ch I haue ad
uentred to present you with as an legasie
of Loue to keepe me aliue in youre memory
if you shall find aught in it or in me
worth likinge