Edmund Spenser
Amoretti: Sonnet 42
The love which me so cruelly tormenteth,
    So pleasing is in my extreamest paine:
    that all the more my sorrow it augmenteth,
    the more I love and doe embrace my bane.
Ne doe I wish (for wishing were but vaine)
    to be acquit from my continuall smart:
    but joy her thrall for ever to remayne,
    and yield for pledge my poore captyved hart;
The which that it from her may never start,
    let her, yf please her, bynd with adamant chayne:
    and from all wandring loves which mote pervart,
    his safe assurance strongly it restrayne.
Onely let her abstaine from cruelty,
    and doe me not before my time to dy.