Sonnet 34

THen is she gone? O foole and coward I!
O good occasion lost, ne're to be found!
What fatall chaines have my dull senses bound,
When best they might, that did not Fortune try?
Here is the fainting Grasse where she did lie,
With Roses here she stellified the Ground,
She fix'd her eyes on this yet smiling Pond,
Nor time, nor place seem'd ought for to deny.
Too long, too long Respect I do embrace,
Your Counsell full of threats and sharpe disdaine.
Disdaine in her sweet Heart can have no place,
And though come there, must straight retire againe:
Henceforth Respect farewell, I've heard it told
Who lives in love can never be too bold.