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Edmund Spenser - Sonnet XXXVIEdmund Spenser - Sonnet XXXVI
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TEll me when shall these wearie woes haue end, Or shall their ruthlesse torment neuer cease: but al my dayes in pining languor spend, without hope of aswagement or release. Is there no meanes for me to purchace peace, or make agreement with her thrilling eyes: but that their cruelty doth still increace, and dayly more augment my miseryes. But when ye haue shewed all extremityes, then thinke how litle glory ye haue gayned: by slaying him, whose lyfe though ye despyse, mote haue your life in honour long maintayned. But by his death which some perhaps will mone, ye shall condemned be of many a one.
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