Analysis of ode to depresion (Shakespearean version)

I has't hath found happiness!
mine own heart did fill with joy,
t maketh me feeleth. valorous.
 something i bethought i'd nev'r has't.

once i wast wast did fill with dry sorrow,
t consum'd mine own soul,
filling mine own vary blood
i wouldn't wish t upon a soul

i has't learn'd a lot
lots about mine own self
thee can learneth alot about thy self
in ways thee didst not knoweth

this can and shall beest sore
if 't be true thee just bid someone
f'r 'twill doth thee most wondrous valorous
i knoweth this to beest true
f'r i has't struggl'd too