All English Sonnets
‘Tis not to be: Then let it not be so,
When love is lost and done, say good bye.
Yes ! it is hard to do but let us try.
Let no one see our grief and piteous woe;
So that no kindred friend or wily foe
Would mansion us pity or would chide
And injure more already injured pride
By overmuch, alterative hurting bow.
Yes it is good to cancel such a vow
Which seems impossible to truly keep
‘Tis better still to let no body know
That Whether we are wakeful or asleep.
We have to keep on smiling just for show
Though inside, we inconsolably weep.