[
  {
    "title": "Sonnet 54",
    "author": "Edmund Spenser",
    "lines": [
      "Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,",
      "My love like the spectator ydly sits",
      "Beholding me that all the pageants play,",
      "Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.",
      "Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,",
      "And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy:",
      "Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,",
      "I waile and make my woes a tragedy.",
      "Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,",
      "Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:",
      "But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cry",
      "She laughs and hardens evermore her heart.",
      "What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,",
      "She is no woman, but a senceless stone."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]