Sonnet 41

IS't not enough (ay me) me thus to see
Like some Heaven-banish'd Ghost still wailing go,
A Shadow which your Raies do only show;
To vexe me more, unlesse ye bid me die;
What could ye worse allot unto your Foe?
But die will I, so ye will not deny
That grace to me which mortall Foes even try,
To chuse what sort of Death shall end my woe.
Once did I find that whiles you did me kisse,
Ye gave my panting soule so sweet a touch,
That halfe I sownd in midst of all my Bl…sse▪
I do but crave my Deaths-wound may be such:
For though by Griefe I die not and annoy,
Is't not enough to die through too much joy?