Classic Poem

Sonnet. I.

One Sunne vnto my liues day giues true light,
one Moone disolues my stormie night of woes,
One starre my fate and happy fortune shoes,
One Saint I serue, one shrine with vowes I dight.
One Sunne transfixt hath burnt my hart out-right,
one Moone oppos'd, my loue in darknes throes,
one star hath bid my thoughts my wrongs disclose,
Saints scorne poore swaines, shrines doe my vowes no right.

Yet if my loue be found a holy fier,
pure, vnstaind, without Idolatrie,
and shee naythlesse, in hate of my desire,
liues to repose her in my miserie,
My sunne, my moone, my star, my saint, my shrine,
Mine be the torment, but the guilt be thine.