Classic Poem

Sonet. 27.

I gave my fayth to Love, Love his to mee,
That hee and I, sworne brothers should remaine,
Thus fayth receiv'd, fayth given backe againe,
Who would imagine bond more sure could be?
Love flies to her, yet holds he my fayth taken,
Thus from my vertue raiseth my offence,
Making me guilty by mine innocence;
And surer bond by beeing so forsaken,
He makes her aske what I before had vow'd,
Giving her that, which he had given me,
I bound by him, and he by her made free,
Who ever so hard breach of fayth alow'd?
Speake you that should of right and wrong discusse,
Was right ere wrong'd, or wrong ere righted thus?