Sonnet
I would that love were subject unto law!Upon his person I should lay distraintAnd force him thus to answer my complaint,Which I, in well-considered counts, should draw.Not free to fly, he needs must seek some flawTo mar my pleading, though his heart were faint;Declare his counsel to me, and acquaintHimself with maxim, precedent, and saw.
Ah, I could win him with authorities,If suing thus in such a sober court;Could read him many an ancient rhym’d reportOf such sad cases, tears would fill his eyesAnd he confess a judgment, or resortTo some well-pleasing terms of compromise!