Sonnet 9 - Be you all pleased?

Be you all pleased? Your pleasures grieve not me;

Do you delight? I envy not your joy;

Have you content? Contentment with you be:

Hope you for bliss? Hope still, and still enjoy.

Let sad misfortune hapless me destroy,

Leave crosses to rule me, and still rule free,

While all delights their contraries employ

To keep good back, and I but torments see,

Joys are bereaved, and harms do only tarry;

Despair takes place, disdain hath got the hand;

Yet firm love holds my senses in such band

As since despised, I, with sorrow marry;

Then if with grief I now must coupled be

Sorrow I'll wed: despair thus governs me.