Sonnet 5 - How many nights have I with pain endured

How many nights have I with pain endured,

Which as so many ages I esteemed

Since my misfortune, yet no whit redeemed

But rather faster tied, to grief assured?

How many hours have my sad thoughts endured

Of killing pains, yet is it not esteemed

By cruel love, who might have these redeemed,

And all these years of hours to joy assured:

But fond child, had he had a care to save

As first to conquer, this my pleasures grave

Had not been now to testify my woe;

I might have been an Image of delight,

As now a tomb for sad misfortune's spite,

Which Love unkindly for reward doth show.