Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 10 lyrics

Unrighteous Lord of love what law is this, That me thou makest thus tormented be: the whiles she lordeth in licentious blisse of her freewill, scorning both thee and me. See how the Tyrannesse doth joy to see the huge ma**acres which her eyes do make: and humbled harts brings captives unto thee, that thou of them mayst mightie vengeance take. But her proud hart doe thou a little shake and that high look, with which she doth comptroll all this worlds pride bow to a baser make, and al her faults in thy black booke enroll: That I may laugh at her in equall sort, as she doth laugh at me and makes my pain her sport.