Sonnet LXI
SONNET LXI.
Io non fu' d' amar voi lassato unquanco.
UNLESS LAURA RELENT, HE IS RESOLVED TO ABANDON HER.
Yet was I never of your love aggrieved,Nor never shall while that my life doth last:But of hating myself, that date is past;And tears continual sore have me wearied:I will not yet in my grave be buried;Nor on my tomb your name have fixèd fast,As cruel cause, that did the spirit soon hasteFrom the unhappy bones, by great sighs stirr'd.Then if a heart of amorous faith and willContent your mind withouten doing grief;Please it you so to this to do relief:If otherwise you seek for to fulfilYour wrath, you err, and shall not as you ween;And you yourself the cause thereof have been.
Wyatt. Weary I never was, nor can be e'er,Lady, while life shall last, of loving you,But brought, alas! myself in hate to view,Perpetual tears have bred a blank despair:I wish a tomb, whose marble fine and fair,When this tired spirit and frail flesh are two,May show your name, to which my death is due,If e'en our names at last one stone may share;Wherefore, if full of faith and love, a heartCan, of worst torture short, suffice your hate,Mercy at length may visit e'en my smart.If otherwise your wrath itself would sate,It is deceived: and none will credit show;To Love and to myself my thanks for this I owe.
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