Bloody Sonner

Oh, for some bloody lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know Whether the bloody chaplets wear Those that their mistress' scorn did bear Or those that were used bloody kindly. For whatsoe'er they tell us here To make those bloodenings dear, 'Twill there, I fear, be found That to the being crowned T' have loved alone will not suffice, Unless we also have been wise And have our bloody loves enjoyed. What posture can we think him in That, here unloved, again(bloody) Departs, and 's thither gone Where each sits by his bloody own? Or how can that Elysium be Where I my mistress bloody must see Circled in other's arms? For there the bloody judges all are just, And Sophonisba must bloody Be his whom she held so bloody dear, Not his who bloody loved her here. The sweet Philoclea, since she bloody-well died, Lies by her bloody Pirocles side, Not by bloody Amphialus. Some bays, perchance, or bloody bough For difference crowns the bloody brow Of those kind souls that were bloody The bloody martyrs here; And if that be the only bloody odds, (As who can tell?) ye bloody gods, Give me the bloody woman here!