Classic Poem

Sonnet. II.

To liue in hell, and heauen to behold,
to welcome life, and die a liuing death,
to sweat with heate, and yet be freezing cold,
to graspe at starres, and lye the earth beneath;
To tread a Maze that neuer shall haue end,
to burne in sighes, and starue in daily teares,
to clime a hill, and neuer to discend,
Gyants to kill, and quake at childish feares;
To pyne for foode, and watch Thesperian tree,
to thirst for drinke, and Nectar still to draw,
to liue accurst, whom men hold blest to be,
and weepe those wrongs which neuer creature saw,
If this be loue, if loue in these be founded,
My hart is loue, for these in it are grounded.