Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 101

WHy sing I then in this too louing Straine
When Loue, and I do so vnkindly iar?
This Vaine in me, may seem as light as vaine;
Who stil turnes Coward in Loues hottest War.
Besides, my state of Fortune, Body, Mind,
Are all aduerse to light Loues amity:
How is it then I am to loue so kind
As to seem subiect to his Empery?
The Canse is weak, though strong in strange Effects,
Which Men, how staid so ere, by Wind doth moue:
Some cal it Fame, that nought but Aire respects,
And, sooth to say, for It I sing of Loue:
And though they write best, that write what they feel
Yet, edgd by Fame, I fetch Fire out of Steele.