Sonnet XLIX: If that I dye (fayre Lycia) with

If that I dye (fayre Lycia) with disdaine,
Or hartlesse live, surprised with thy wrong,
Then heavens and earth shall accent both my paine,
And curse the time so cruell, and so long.
If you be kinde (my Queene) as you are fayre,
And ayde my thoughtes, that still for conquest strive.
Then will I sing, and never more dispayre,
And praise your kindnesse, whylst I am alive.
Till then I pay the tribute of my teares,
To moove thy mercie and thy constant trueth.
Respect (fayre love) howe these with sorrowe weares
The truest heart: unlesse it finde some ruthe.
Then grace me (sweet) and with thy favour rayse me,
So shall I live, and all the world shall praise thee.