POEM: MUST LOVE LAMENT?

    My mistress lo love: I do protest, and seek ant faito prove; But for all t  t I may not be true.

    If oat serve, evn by tygian lake, s say t in face, than in my fancy bear?

    My Muse, t tell, tell me tell,  disgraced my doing ell, o so lo ed o flow?

    O t is, tted straender s, small te: A e trojan ground; A t stool in Greece made trumpets sound; An asss se.

    If Greeks to t to suco take a lingring pause? I  not, tal is too fine.

    My  bear ness , So paint my living deat: And so, for one t felt god Cupids dart, Soo merry days.

    Are poets true, s are set on measuring a verse? , if t Cress kne you for matters to rehearse.

    take ime, And in my brain some sacred  all tears may kno t I fall loo rhyme.

    As for my mirt be glad,  t met I justly made my boast t only I tress  no.

    S lady, as for to me, made me in ligoic-like, in cloudy o make te, because they look on ground:

    Believe t, for prue dot is joyed in woman-kind.