Sonnet 38 (Sonnet 38)

SItting alone, Loue bids me goe and write,
Reason pluckes backe, commanding me to staie,
Boasting that she dooth stil direct the waie,
Or else loue were vnable to indite;
Loue growing angrie, vexed at the spleene,
And scorning Reasons maimed argument,
Strait taxeth Reason, wanting to inuent,
Where she with Loue conuersing hath not beene,
Reason reproched with this coy disdaine,
Dispiteth Loue, and laugheth at her follie,
And Loue contemning Reasons reason wholie,
Thought it in weight too light by manie a graine.
Reason put backe, doth out of sight remoue,
And Loue alone findes reason in my loue.