[
  {
    "title": "Sonnet XLI: Why Do I Speak of Joy",
    "author": "Michael Drayton",
    "lines": [
      "Love's Lunacy",
      "",
      "Why do I speak of joy, or write of love,",
      "When my heart is the very den of horror,",
      "And in my soul the pains of Hell I prove,",
      "With all his torments and infernal terror?",
      "What should I say? What yet remains to do?",
      "My brain is dry with weeping all too long,",
      "My sighs be spent in uttering my woe,",
      "And I want words wherewith to tell my wrong;",
      "But, still distracted in Love's lunacy,",
      "And, bedlam-like, thus raging in my grief,",
      "Now rail upon her hair, then on her eye,",
      "Now call her Goddess, then I call her thief,",
      "Now I deny her, then I do confess her,",
      "Now do I curse her, then again I bless her."
    ],
    "linecount": "15"
  }
]