Sonnet. 40 (Sonnet 40)

MY heart the a…uile where my thoughts do beate,
My words the hammers fashioning my desire,
My breast the forge, including all the heate,
Loue is the fuell which maintaines the fire:
My sighes the bellowes which the same encreaseth,
Filling mine eares with noise and nightly groning,
Toiling with paine, my labour neuer ceaseth,
In grieuous passions my woes still bemoning:
Mine eyes with teares against the fire striuing,
Whose scorching gleed my heart to cinders turneth;
But with those drops, the flame againe reuiuing,
Still more and more vnto my torment burneth:
With Sisiphus thus do I role the stone,
And turne the wheele with damned Ixion.