Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 42 lyrics

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 a**urance strongly it restrayne. Onely let her abstaine from cruelty, and doe me not before my time to dy.