Classic Poem

Sonet . 5

I care not what I say nor doe
My thoughts are spent:
Since no conceite can bring me to
My heart's content:
I cannot speake and if I coulde
It were in vaine:
And yet if that I could, I would
Reueale my payne
But since it is to great to showe
And I must bide it.
I leaue it to remorce to knowe
How care doth hide it.
And sue but to those inward eyes
That see my heart,
To looke on patience how she dies:
In passion's smart.
And say what in themselues they see
Where truth excelles:
I know the heart that honours mee
And loues none else.