Sonnet 62 (Sonnet 62)

TRuce gentle Loue, a parlee now I craue,
Me thinks tis long since first these warres begun,
Nor thou nor I, the better yet can haue:
Bad is the match where neither party wonne.
I offer free conditions of faire peace,
My heart for hostage, that it shall remaine,
Discharge our forces heere, let malice cease,
So for my pledge, thou giue me pledge againe.
Or if nothing but death will serue thy turne,
Still thirsting for subuersion of my state;
Doe what thou canst, raze, massacre, and burne,
Let the world see the vtmost of thy hate:
I send defiance, since if ouerthrowne,
Thou vanquishing, the conquest is mine owne.