| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diana | The First Decade
Sonnet VIII. Much Sorrow in itself my love doth move | | Henry Constable (1562–1613) |
| | | MUCH Sorrow in itself my love doth move, | |
| More my Despair to love a hopeless bliss; | |
| My Folly most, to love whom sure to miss; | |
| O help me, but this last grief to remove! | |
| All pains, if you command, it joy shall prove; | 5 |
| And wisdom to seek joy. Then say but this, | |
| “Because my pleasure in thy torment is; | |
| I do command thee, without hope to love!” | |
| So when this thought my sorrow shall augment, | |
| That my own folly did procure my pain, | 10 |
| Then shall I say, to give myself content, | |
| “Obedience only made me love in vain. | |
| It was your will, and not my want of wit; | |
| I have the pain, bear you the blame of it!” | | | | |
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