Sonnet 8 - Sweet shades why do you seek to give delight

Sweet shades why do you seek to give delight

To me who deem delight in this vile place

But torment, sorrow, and mine own disgrace

To taste of joy, or your vain pleasing sight;

Show them your pleasures who saw never night

Of grief, where joying's fawning, smiling face

Appears as day, where grief found never space

Yet for a sigh, a groan, or envy's spite;

But O, on me a world of woes doe lie,

Or else on me all harms strive to rely,

And to attend like servants bound to me,

Heat in desire, while frosts of cares I prove,

Wanting my love, yet surfeit do with love,

Burn, and yet freeze, better in hell to be.