Sonnet 9

In love, thou will not have thought in ease
In love, thou arenít likely to be mean, but sad
In love, thy heart near her faster will beat
In love, thou will try not to seem too bad, too crazy or mad

In love, not in prose but in verse thee wilt write
In love, for her thou is to get a star
In love, by Cupidís command, thou are
In love, by nights alone, thy solitude will tear thee apart

In love, then, be foolish and not smart
In love, youíll feel the angels hand in touch
In love, think not with brain but with thy heart
In love, then, thou must love her far too much

And so in love, like the sea is one with the breeze,
Thou will not be able, from this charm, thyself to free