Delia: Sonnet 5

WHilst youth and error led my wandring minde,
And sette my thoughts in heedles waies to range:
All vnawares, a Goddesse chaste I finde,
(Diana-like) to worke my suddaine change.
For her no sooner had mine eye bewraid,
But with disdaine to see mee in that place:
With fairest hand, the sweet vnkindest maid,
Casts water-cold disdaine vpon my face.
Which turn'd my sport into a Harts despaire,
Which still is chac'd, while I haue any breath,
By mine owne thoughts; sette on mee by my faire:
My thoughts (like hounds) pursue me to my death.
Those that I fostred of mine owne accord,
Are made by her to murder thus theyr Lord.