Sonnet No. Twelve Louise Labe

My Lute, companion of my calamity, Witness to my irreproachable sighs, True controller and to my worries wise, You have lamented often close by me. How often have my cries afflicted thee That, starting up upon some happy round, You have struck up a deep lamenting sound, Adapting your tone to suit a lower key. And when you wish to change to major key Intending thus to force a change in me, You see again how tenderly I'm sighing Accede at once to my dolorous complaint To ease my worries with your soft restraint And these sweet pains to sweeter ends releasing.