Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 2 lyrics

Unquiet thought, whom at the first I bred Of th'inward bale of my love pined hart: and sithens have with sighes and sorrowes fed, till greater then my wombe thou woxen art: Breake forth at length out of the inner part, in which thou lurkest lyke to vipers brood: and seeke some succour both to ease my smart and also to sustayne thy selfe with food. But if in presence of that fayrest proud thou chance to come, fall lowly at her feet: and with meeke humblesse and afflicted mood, pardon for me, and grace for me intreat. Which is she graunt, then live and my love cherish, if not, die soone, and I with thee will perish.