Classic Poem

Sonnet. IX.

Wilt thou be still vnkind and kill mee so?
whose humbled vowes, with sorrowful apeale,
doe still persist, and did so long agoe
intreate for pitty, with so pure a zeale?
Suffise the world shall, (for the world can say)
How much thy power hath power, & what it can,
neuer was victor-hand yet moou'd to slay
the rendred captiue, or the yeelding man.
Then o: why should thy woman-thought impose
death and disdaine on him that yeelds his breath,
to free his soule, from discontent, and woes:
and humble sacrifice to a certaine death?
O since the world knowes, what thy power can doe,
What wert for thee to saue and loue mee to?