Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 53

FOrtune, and Loue (each other to disgrace)
Striue who should make mee Slaue to eithers might;
And, being blinde, fight without shifting place:
So, I am made the Barre ore whom they fight.
The Blowes of either often fall on mee;
And, much more often sith they both are blinde:
But, Fortune strikes me sure, as shee could see;
And, Loue doth wound me sore, with Blowes more kinde!
Fortune, doth chippe me out, and takes away
All outward Things: but Loues impetuous Blowes
Nere cease to sinck till in my Hart they stay,
Thus, is my Spoile the Triumphe of these Foes:
But, more I yeeld to Loue, then Fortunes might,
Sith I can Liue, in Loue, in Fortunes spight.