Delia: Sonnet 18

SInce the first looke that led me to this error,
To this thoughts-maze, to my confusion tending:
Still haue I liu'd in griefe, in hope, in error,
The circle of my sorrowes neuer ending.
Yet cannot leaue her loue that holds me hatefull,
Her eyes exact it, thoūgh-her hart disdaines me;
See what reward he hath that serues th' vngrateful,
So true and loyall loue no fauour gaines me.
Still must I whet my young desires abated,
Vpon the Flint of such a hart rebelling;
And all in vaine, her pride is so innated,
Shee yeeldes no place at all for pitryes dwelling.
Oft haue I told her that my soule did loue her,
(And that with teares,) yet all this will not moue her.