Sonnet - Let Grief

Let grief as far be from your dearest breast

As I do wish, or in my hands to ease,

Then should it banished be and sweetest rest,

Be placed to give content by love to please,

Let those disdains which on your heart do seize

Doubly return to bring her soul's unrest,

Since true love will not that beloved displease

Or let least smart to their minds be addressed,

But often times mistakings be in love,

Be they as far from false accusing right,

And still truth govern with a constant might.

So shall you only wished pleasures prove.

And as for me, she that shows you least scorn,

With all despite and hate be her heart torn.