Sonnet 40

AH who can see those fruits of Paradise,
Coelestiall Cherries which so sweetly swell,
That Sweetnesse selfe confind there seemes to dwell,
And all those sweetest Parts about despise?
Ah who can see and feele no Flame surprise
His hardened heart? For me alas too well
I know their Force, and how they do excell,
Now through desire I burne, and now I freeze,
I dye (deare Life) unlesse to me be given
As many kisses as the Spring hath Flow'rs,
Or there be silver drops in Iris Show'rs,
Or stars there be in all-embracing …;
And if displeas'd ye of the … complaine,
Ye shall have leave to take them back againe.