Sonnet: Lady, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same

Lady, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same!
Thou, that in me thou kindled'st such fierce heat;
I, that my heart did of a Sun so sweet
The rays concentre to so hot a flame.
I, fascinated by an Adder's eye--
Deaf as an Adder thou to all my pain;
Thou obstinate in Scorn, in Passion I--
I lov'd too much, too much didst thou disdain.
Hear then our doom in Hell as just as stern,
Our sentence equal as our crimes conspire--
Who living bask'd at Beauty's earthly fire,
In living flames eternal these must burn--
Hell for us both fit places too supplies--
In my heart thou wilt burn, I roast before thine eyes.