Sonnet 28 - Grief, killing grief

Grief, killing grief, have not my torments been

Already great, and strong enough, but still

Thou dost increase, nay glory in my ill,

And woes new past, afresh new woes begin!

Am I the only purchase you can win?

Was I ordained to give despair her fill

Or fittest I should mount misfortune's hill

Who in the plain of joy cannot live in ?

If it be so, grief come as welcome guest

Since I must suffer, for another's rest:

Yet this good grief, let me entreat of thee,

Use still thy force, but not from those I love

Let me all pains, and lasting torments prove

So I miss these, lay all thy weights on me.