Sonnet 5 (Miscellaneous Sonnets)

Pains I have known, that cannot be again.
And pleasures too that never can be more :
For loss of pleasure I was never sore,
But worse, far worse it is, to feel no pain.
The throes and agonies of a heart explain
Its very depth of want at inmost core ;
Prove that it does believe, and would adore.
And doth with ill for ever strive and strain.
I not lament for happy childish years,
For loves departed, that have had their day,
Or hopes that faded when my head was grey
For death hath left me last of my compeers :
But for the pain I felt, the gushing tears
I used to shed when I had gone astray.