Delia: Sonnet 15

IF that a loyall hart and fayth vnfained,
If a sweet languish with a chast desire,
If hunger-staruen thoughts so long retained,
Fed but with smoake, and cherisht but with fire.
And if a brow with cares characters painted,
Bewraies my loue, with broken words halfe spoken,
To her that sits in my thoughts Temple sainted,
And layes to view my Vultur-gnawne hart open.
If I haue done due homage to her eyes,
And had my sighes still tending on her name;
If on her loue my life and honour lyes,
And shee (th'vnkindest mayd) still scornes the same,
Let this suffise, that all the world may see,
The fault is hers, though mine the hurt must bee.