Sonnet 30 - You blessed shades

You blessed shades, which give me silent rest,

Witness but this when death hath closed mine eyes,

And separated me from earthly ties,

Being from hence to higher place addressed;

How oft in you I have lain here oppressed

And have my miseries in woeful cries

Delivered forth, mounting up to the skies

Yet helpless back returned to wound my breast,

Which wounds did but strive how to breed more harm

To me, who can be cured by no one charm

But that of love, which yet may me relieve.

If not, let death my former pains redeem,

And you my trusty friends, my faith esteem

And witness I could love, who so could grieve.