By Lady Mary Wroth
Be you all pleas'd, your pleasures grieve not me;
Do you delight? I envy not your joy:
Have you content? contentment with you be;
Hope you for bliss? Hope still, and still enjoy.
Let sad misfortune, hapless me destroy,
Leave crosses to rule me, and still rule free:
While all delights their contraries employ,
To keep good back, and I but torments see,
Joys are bereau'd me, harms do only tarry,
Despair takes place, disdain hath got the hand:
Yet firm love holds my senses in such band,
As (since despis'd) I with sorrow marry.
Then if with grief I now must be coupled be,
Sorrow I'll wed; Despair thus governs me.