Sonnet VI: That She Hath Greater Power over His Happiness and Life than Either Fortune, Fate, or Stars

Let Fate, my Fortune, and my Stars conspire,
Jointly to pour on me their worst disgrace;
So I be gracious in your heavenly face,
I weigh not Fates, nor Stars, nor Fortune's ire.
'Tis not the influence of heaven's fire
Hath power to make me blessed in my race;
Nor in my happiness hath Fortune place,
Nor yet can Fate my poor life's date expire.
'Tis your fair eyes, my Stars, all bliss do give;
'Tis your disdain, my Fate, hath power to kill;
'Tis you, my Fortune, make me happy live,
Though Fortune, Fate, and Stars conspire mine ill.
Then, blessed Saint, into your favour take me;
Fortune, nor Fate, nor Stars can wretched make me.