Classic Poem

Sonet 7.

If euer any iustlye might complayne
Of vnrequited seruice it is I
Change is the thanks I haue for loyaltye
And onlye her reward is her disdayne.

So as iust spight did allmost me constrayne
Through torment her due prayses to denye
For he which vexed is with iniurye
By speaking ill doth ease his heart of payne.

But what shall tortor make me wrong her name
No no a pris'ner constant thinkes it shame
Though he [be] rackt his first truth to gaynsay.

Her true giuen prayse my first confession is
Though her disdayne doe rack me night and day
This I confest and I will dye in this.